The smoke.
The flames,
Orange flames,
Rising,
Worshiping the sun,
Straying from the rain.
Smoke,
The spirits of the woods,
Escaping.
The ash,
The dust of fairies,
Falling.
Life,
The one thing,
That can’t be controlled,
Like patterns,
Like ink,
Sprawled on the page,
Words,
That can’t be said,
Minds,
That can’t be read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice rhyming... I like this poem... very nice thoughts. Krista