You dance around but have no beat
Giving off your burning heat
Swaying – lapping forth to and fro
Consuming all as you go
Your beauty and rhythm holds my gaze
Pushing forward, alls ablaze
Hunger that knows no fill
Wider you grow as if you spill
Devouring all that’s in your way
No choice – they have no say
Black and dark like burnt toast
Your path you leave as if you boast
this is a great discribing of fire, nice rhyming! ! ! i enjoyed reading this
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is great, it is so very descriptive while still leaving much for the imagination.