Wax in my life,
When you do not call,
I melt, and die, slow,
Burning, wax and wick, and all
Into embers, and smoke.
And when you call,
I am reborn,
Like a phoenix
Wax and wick and all,
I am reborn,
I am reborn again.
31st January 2003.
A beautiful comparison ''And when you call, /I am reborn, /Like a phoenix''.Imagine that you emerges from your own ashes! 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful resurrection....great write