I sat around the blazing fire
The fire outside, the fire inside the desires.
Shivering with cold.
The cold outside, the cold within the heart
The air being bitterly chilled
The bitter outside, the bitter within the thoughts.
I am still alive outside, but I have already died inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I KNOW WHEN FIRE REMAINS UN-QUENCHED WHAT HAPPENS COLD MURDERS ONES SOU AS YOU SAY I CALL IT MAGNETSM GUYS BRAND ME AN ATHEIST SAD NO..STRIKE HARD NEXT TIME WHEN THE FIRE IS STANDING BESIDES SHE MUST NOT HIDE