victoria sciriha


Changes - Poem by victoria sciriha

I sat all alone, while watching
In an almost complete darkness
The feeble, faint, flickering flames
Casting shadows. Oh! What sharpness!

The fire was almost dying,
When a gust of wind, whirled around
The flames, leapt like a fierce snake
Attacking whatever was found

Just like some people fire can change.
From warm, gentle and colourful
To something terrible, savage
Destructive, dangerous, hurtful…


Victoria Sciriha

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  • (4/2/2007 12:50:00 PM)

    it is goooooooooooooood (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 24, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 6, 2011


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