I am not as wonderful as a
Word,
shifting and flickering like a
Candle
standing for destruction and
Hatred.
Push people away, it’s the only
Way
to sift through the storm like it’s
Flour
But then my passion erupts, it’s
Beautiful
Melancholy
thoughts I have that
Ignite me.
The sunshine bleeds through my
Skin
and I feel
Alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful............................