She watched the flames as they flickered up the coals,
and felt the warmth emanate from them.
Not a real fire, of course,
but one that was commanded by electricity,
effective none the less.
Leaning back in the chair, she thought,
funny how we can be taken in by something ‘fake'
that looks so genuine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem