my chemicals' pathway spiral
gush in a rotation
of a wrecking outburst
the speed of crazy
knocking down century-old
principles
I carry cyclic hurricanes
tattooed in my circuit
maneuvered by the extremes
of my temperatures
in a doughnut hole
dwell within my funnel
a cozy encasement
of rupturing warmth
it is also my layer
don't write me for my winds
I chose to tuck you in
a nest of breeze
no one else can freely roam
I will not harm you
this isn't a downpour
of sweet rubbing talk
but a plea to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Melanie, such a fantastic poem.........