You gather words
like wood
and burn them
altogether.
Smoke
dances gently
into the night
and finds
its way
to my heaven.
absolutely splendid. I will keep my eye on you. thanks for a very sober, realistic and encouraging comment.
beautiful... reminds me when i was a kid we gather wood for cooking on weekends. it's a lot fun. we gather fruits too. when it rains wood produce lots of smoke and we cry. thanks for very nice poem.write some more.md
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I would like to translate this poem
Yours words have a wonderful affect, but when I reflect I find that their exact meaning though intrigueing, is elusive. Keep the words coming, though. Dont stop! !