martes, abril 24, 2012

Roaring Fire

I am fire

I am death

 

I stretch around you

My enemies are firefighters

water is my weakness

 

I burn down buildings

I walk to burn other parts of buildings

I stand to reach the ceiling

My arms stretch around things

You see my dark orange

You taste my hot ash

You shouldn’t touch me

I am hot as lava

You hear me yell at you

I am as loud as a plane or even louder

 

I am fire

I am death.

 

Autor: Alejandro Flores, mi hijo, el poeta.

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