Will they visit me tonight?
Will they unite on the plains of my mind?
Will they dance around the fire of my soul?
Will they give to me,
some small piece of knowledge,
enabling me to pull off one more verse?
Or will they refuse to show,
as they have before,
leaving me a husk with a smoldering soul?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem