Fire is a hot heavy hurricane in a small surrounded safe place slowly stalking its prey like a lion to a gazelle watching waiting for the right time to strike its enemy without any notice, whip CRACK it pounces at the moment and takes the cake lights the non awake not fake house on fire with commotion screaming crying running saving
when everyone thinks its fine
When everyone thinks it's over
when you think nothing else can go bad
One is missing
the newest one
the feeble one
the small one
the baby
Death
Everyone in sorrow
everyone in dis pare
everyone in sadness
They fight fire with fire blowing it down with a even bigger one the small one scared runs runs runs for its life and keeps going until it is no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice to read.........................good job............