Living an oblivion
decided to die,
the little hearth
with flames so high;
as first departed on phi.
yet green were the leaves
and red the cherries,
sublimity in grace,
beneath the devil, retraced;
so the hearth decided to retry.
- 22042015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A short but poignant poem, Sare. Thanks for sharing