Ouch, This burns!
This playing with fire
I can't quite manage
To not burn these
Blistered hands there I go again
Testing fate, Burning these hands more
Next thing I know
I won't have any hands
Then will I be sorry?
I will just know tempting fate was fun
Until stumps were all that remained
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem