The thorn that hides
burrows deeper than wide,
A flame which burns
never will subside.
Sometimes truth shows
as answers fade slow,
Light's clearly dimming,
see questions aglow...
A flame now hides
burns deeper than wide,
The thorn which heeds
has come to confide.
Pulls from the soul
sets toward the west,
And lays all sorrow
finally to rest.
2009 sinnaminsun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice sensitive writing with a slow rhythm. I find the 1,2,4 rhyme scheme artificial and unnecessary, however.