Something about your name on the screen
Made me want to listen to your words
Like tearing a match from it’s book
Then you commented something to me
Now I wanna take a closer look
Like a match being stroked across the back strip
You told me your story, full of intrigue and magic
Like when a match turns into a flame
Quick yet slow, fragile to the wind, yet strong cause it’s fire
You could smell the sulphur in the air
Now my interest is peaked
Like a match that is burning
The flame is bright, it dances and glows
All I need do now is watch which way the wind blows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem