The tiny flame inside my soul
is growing and growing.
I feel the warmth and its flare.
It is deep down in me.
It is soft and steady.
It is growing into flames
It is bright now and makes me powerful.
It is my secret that I don't tell anyone.
Meditate, sit and be silent.
You can feel the flames in me.
It will one day become a forest fire.
The sparkle of dancing light in me
might burn you when you love me.
Love is the quintessence of life.
Without love, there is no life
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May the tiny flame in your soul burn forever, for it is this flame that keeps us going, living, and creating...
Beautiful write yet again..simple in its form though subtle in its meaning....very thoughtful Poetry...Thank you sir
Nice poem. Sparkle of life must enliven, not burn, otherwise it will be a destructive force.
It is always a pleasure reading your poems. I like the simplicity of the starting paragraph and the gradual build up of intensity at the end, like a tiny flame turning into a blaze. Thank you very much for sharing.
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I would like to translate this poem
It will one day become a forest fire. The sparkle of dancing light in me- you're amazing, dear Tony.