i remember not
where it was
or how it felt
words first
fanned sparks
flared interest hot
which time ignited
into furnace flames
intense fierce heat
in furnace stoked
molten red hot
melting purest
poetry metal smelt
liquid from iron ore
impression impact
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem