It destroys
It consumes
It lights up
It transforms
It purifies
It renews
It warms
It burns
hidden fires
inside me
give energy
to vaporize
to create
to resurrect
to recommence
life after death
Consumed
It destroys
It consumes
It lights up
It transforms
It purifies
It renews
It warms
It burns
hidden fires
inside me
give energy
to vaporize
to create
to resurrect
to recommence
life after death
Fire have so many faces.
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So many functions … Thanks for reading, Bjorn!
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I like your poem. Stoking the inner fires is something I do too.
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It is the only way to survive. Thanks!
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I completely agree. My poem for this challenge looked at the same idea (I wrote it before I read yours 🙂 )
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I will look it up. Ideas and thoughts link us 😀😀
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inspires in many ways.
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Many perspectives of power are shared through your words.
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Poetry Pens
FiRE LiGHT..:)
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I like that. Thanks 😊
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As always.. Thanks
So Much for the
Inspiration of
Your Poetry..:)
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That fire in the belly that drives us. Without it, who would we be. Nice, Reena.
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Thank you, Victoria!
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I like your description of the power of the fires inside.
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Thank you, Frank!
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The relentless nature of this is powerful Reena
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Thank you, Rob!
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oh that fire in you is strong and powerful Reena, love how you include as many aspects of fire here, it can be one form and yet many things
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Thank you so much, Gina!
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Good one, all aspects of fire.
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Not sure if I’ve covered all 🙂
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🔥
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