The Fire that Hurt
I longed for you in so many different ways.
The fire scorched and scalded.
I brought that fire near to my soul.
I thought I brought it in my mind too.
This my fire burnt the prairies.
It scalded the desert black.
It ran through streets,
That turned a deep color.
But this burning was for you.
It was too much burning.
You became not a love.
You became an attachment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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