Calmed by it's flame
Heat protects all that's around it
Movement of it's light flicker.
Rapidly change from orange to gold.
A pool of wax awaits
To dribble down the bottle,
Blue speckles appear
In between the streaky
Residue that remains.
An ambience for love and art.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ahhh the passion of a true poet very good a 10 in my eyes! ........