Your molten hot flow
Rocks between patches of snow
Shakes the whole mountain
City through the smoke and vog
Lava you more than ever
Take the tour with me
Close calls are now in person
Melts the very core
Streets of Catania my city
Carmita my sticky sweet
A wonderful invitation that is honest about the perils of the expedition yet paradoxically alluring! Thank you for sharing!
This poem reminds me of mount Etna's volatile nature in a snowing morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The crystalline images of this wonderful poem made me at close range with the wonders of nature. A well crafted poem.