I burned it down, 
I burned it all, 
the house the trees the forest and the seas, 
my memories flicker and fade as the embers burn to black and grey.
The world I knew smoulders from view as flames engulf and renew. 
When there was nothing else to burn I set myself on fire 
and from the ashes and the flames these bones will rise and rise again.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
When there was nothing else to burn I set myself on fire and from the ashes and the flames these bones will rise and rise again. lovely write. keep writing