Flame Poem by Hanan Muzafar

There's a news from gallow,
someone fled,
for a while defied death,
Fugitive carrying faith and fate.

What makes me,
To dream of you;
I'll hold you,
like a leaf,
trying to flee.

Snow falling down,
A silence covering dream,
and we feel cold,
But our warmth burns,
like a coal,
A wooden chair,
I need:
Either way,
you're keeping me alive,
and I believe.

A place,
where I don't belong,
Some folks remember my name,
performing all roles,
But I'm pure as flame.