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It didn’t trust me right away I reached out one more time and gave it an honest smile “I can save you, just have some faith” The little scorpion crawled on me with style</p><p id="74dc">We walked away together as the world kept burning I smiled at the scorpion one more time I was just its vehicle to freedom, it didn’t care at all We kept walking as the ashes continued to fall</p><p id="7e57">This poem was originally written in my native language in my dream journal after having a dream about saving that little critter from a volcano. I was inspired to translate the poem and post it here after seeing <a href="undefined">Jesse M Hawthorne</a>’s <a href="https://readmedium.com/i-played-with-fire-today-and-this-is-what-happened-260a42a98aa3">painting in his story</a>.</p><div id="6b1a" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/i-played-with-fire-today-and-this-is-what-happened-260a42a98aa3"> <div> <div> <h2>I p

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The Volcano

Who is worthy to be saved?

Photo by Jelle de Gier on Unsplash

I woke up close to a volcano, the scorching heat licked my body Lava was pouring out and my eyesight was foggy The world around me was burning, And an eagle flew away like a forlorn warning

My feet felt cool and I looked down A scorpion was close-by, moving its tail around It was trapped between two streams of lava; Its painful death approached

I shouted at it, the smoke entered my lungs “Don’t worry little one, I’ll save you!” As I jumped around, skillfully dancing Between the lava streams

It didn’t trust me right away I reached out one more time and gave it an honest smile “I can save you, just have some faith” The little scorpion crawled on me with style

We walked away together as the world kept burning I smiled at the scorpion one more time I was just its vehicle to freedom, it didn’t care at all We kept walking as the ashes continued to fall

This poem was originally written in my native language in my dream journal after having a dream about saving that little critter from a volcano. I was inspired to translate the poem and post it here after seeing Jesse M Hawthorne’s painting in his story.

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