Maybe.
within the strange fires,
in the living of this life
we suffocate
the pure burning light
with worry and fright
feeding the endless cycles
of triviality and waste
Neglecting the flames
of passion, truth, and love
Until we hardly have enough cinders left
to feel even the warmth of life
we suffocate the pure burning light with worry and fright..flames of passion, truth, hope and love........very fine poem with noble thoughts dear poet. thank u very much. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marty, such a great poem....10++++
Thank you for your kindness and taking the time to read my work.