Sara Poem by Jack Ingram
Sara
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She runs through the fire,
Freezing the coals and flames.
She flies to the moon,
Just to say she’s been there.
And she says “It’s miserable being God”.
Raises her hammer,
and shatters her heart of glass.
Crying tears of molten gold,
She raises her bloody goblet,
And toasts to sweet mortality,
So her bitter trials end.
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