My heart is a lake of fire
I invite you to walk or sometimes swim
but please don't expect to ascertain
any firm ground beneath your feet
don't expect to find a constant shoreline.
I can at times provide you with-a-raft
and even a lifejacket, but don't
Don't expect to discover any polar ice caps.
My heart wasn't meant or made to freeze-
my heart wasn't-designed to be an island.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in the lake of fire, what kind of raft and life jacket can be given? Our imagination has no limits! ! well written and thank you for sharing your thought here..