A little flame flickers away
Nestled within the heart
So it stays day by day
Never playing a part
Until the wind came along
And swept it off its feet
Then it grew, o so strong
No longer nice and sweet
A blazing fire raging through
Tearing all in its path
Seeking out the ones who threw
And drew down all its wrath
Lunging with a searing thrust
Striking nought but core
Withdrawing in utter disgust
At its very own roar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem