Poem Of The Elements

Poem Of The Elements short poem

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The smoke rises higher and the fire’s centre burned so bright
We all sat around it as if transfixed by its almighty rite
The shadows we create cannot penetrate its heat
We burn some rabbit from this afternoon and feast, yeah eat
The fire gives protection from all that surrounds
If anyone came we’d see them before us and hear the crackle of their boots on the ground
In the middle of this place we have come to treat as our home
Looking into the fire, home could be anywhere we roam
Inside its powerful ashes burns old stories of ghosts in the wind
We will be dead tomorrow but the history of fire and the mystery sings
Night becomes daylight and another fire covers the Earth
The greatest image of a ball of orange we depend on from birth

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I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
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Shamala Chandran
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The natural elements never ceases to amaze us…bow to the nature!

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