Revenge

If you do me a mistake,

I do not have a flame of revenge,

but a gentle unkindled powder. 

If you do repeat it again,

I do not ignite,

But I wreathe them with tender. 

If you do more again,

I do not give in, 

And I keep quiet. 

If you do go on, 

I retreat back,

Far away, far away

beyond the sight,

In the doom of night. 

And in a gentle free-dance,

I explode. 

Did I do you any harm? 

No ever! 

My fire seems as a warm. 

Yet, if you come nearer then,

You will, definitely, burn. 

19 December 2018

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