Fire
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Fire destroyed my childhood home one dark night,
Inside were all my precious girly things;
Raging, devouring gold flames billowed bright,
Everything gone- I wish dolly had wings.
It was a roaring hellish inferno,
The hot searing flames were unquenchable;
Our home was an erupting volcano,
The red sea of fire was insatiable
My father said there was nothing to save,
We wistfully looked at the charred embers;
I was crying and mother said- be brave,
Sadly, my memory still remembers.
Trees and remnants still glowed orange with heat,
And we just stood there- silent on the street.
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April 19, 2016
Poetry/Sonnet/Fire
Copyright Protected, ID 16-780-598-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Elements Part 4: Fire
sponsor, Brian Davey
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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