No shame in it.
Wanting to ease her pain.
Dying not to go insane.
A laughter to rise up and burn away.
As the end the candle melts its last bit of was.
A poof of smoke then gone.
No more lighting of the flame.
A new one can be brought to be.
But it is just never the same.
Even in the lightness it shines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem