i enjoy the reflections of your light
from a distance
where you burn when you see me looking at you
i enjoy your flame
in blue, red, and green and orange hues
it is warm from where i stand my hands feel you
i go near you i may burn like you and may hurt myself
but it does not matter now i have nothing to protect from hurting
i have nobody to comfort me
i have no choice but to burn
myself with you
and those who simply watch love and how lovers pain themselves
even to the edge of death
in conflagration
in the passage of time
rotten and to dust returning
they will not remember anything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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