Who catches it to hold it's fever.
The fire is never silent burning.
Merciless as the sun it's flame.
It eats forests it moves all wood.
Will the forests ever grow back?
Giving up the very air we need see
phenomenal heat consumes) it(self
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I would like to translate this poem
You're getting phenomenally clear in your write, enjoyed it.