Burning heart
My art is on the wall; is like me
we, comet and stars, fire-worm
come, shine and, soon are gone
if open and learned, can see us
lf not go; see candle, just longer
and if dumb, be copy of a rock
stick to volcano’s burning heart
Beautiful observation and flight of imagery. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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