Creation - poem [MAY 26]

I feel heat, rising like fire as burning particles Exhaling the breath inhaling smoke, looking with the lungs, hobby. Imagen My identity is transfigured It is molded according to your tastes, according to your orders I look like I'm born again, throw from the ashes of the intense fire that you burst of the joyful ardor that burned me start from scratch, sculpted at someone else's whim.