</></></> A burning man I am. And ashes soon I'll be. My youth set a flame. My growth flared so free. Now all alone, I burn whimsically. My fire begins to die. My hands, black as coal. My tongue begins to dry. My eyes grow very cold. A burning man I was, burning oh so free. Now i burn alone, and die quietly..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'ts pretty depressing to be honest but it is about my life and life in general.