Burning bright.
Engulfed by flames,
Blue orange purple hues,
That set fire to my soul.
No river or spring or ocean tide
Can quench the flames that burn inside
No doctor or magic can cure these fires
Nor toys and gifts satisfy murderous desires
I like your poetry Nicholas. It's diabolically wonderful. I'll buy the book as long as it's not fluffy poetry on toast and playing peaknuckle or some of this other stuff out here. Peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you very much. :) This is hopefully going on the back as a prelude to a kiss: P