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Fire
In my dream,
spot-fires bleed across the foothills,
crest on the summit,
swoop into our valley.
In the morning,
when I awaken,
you are gone.
Submitted to Leonnyes Z to A Challenge: http://leonnyes.wordpress.com/
Fire
In my dream,
spot-fires bleed across the foothills,
crest on the summit,
swoop into our valley.
In the morning,
when I awaken,
you are gone.
This is sad….he was lost without your knowing…poignant words Victoria!
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Fortunately, this is fiction. He’s still here…don’t know where the poem came from!
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Really destructive forest fires. Dread it happening anywhere!! 😦
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Just awesome! simply awesome. You painted a clear picture in handcounted words, i could see tha river of lava rolling into the valley. gorgeous.
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sad it is.. that purifying fire can cause such havoc…
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Sigh forest fires can be so dangerous…..so much is lost..so much devastation…nice capture..
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I love poetry with few words that have lots of meaning. This is one of those poems, lovely!
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By seeing it on TV, we get scared about forest fires…Imagine the poor little animals..Nice composition.
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Forest fires running wild are so scary!! We had watched it on TV channels here 😦 As Varsha says, it reminded me of the same too!! What a blazing crest looks a great shot but imagining the destruction it had caused 😦 to Nature, man, life and property!!
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hi Victoria.. is this pic taken at the time when wildfires happened in San Diego, california? it was so scary.. and this pic and the poem definitely reminds me of that
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