I Am Fire

I Am Fire short poem

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I am fire,
but not so quiet.
I am glory,
the greatest story.
I am an ocean of tsunamis and floods.
I am a song,
I am the loud one.
I am the moonlight,
you admire at night.
I am the sun,
the brightness might hurt.
I am a flower,
the sweet-scented one,
but not that fragile,
yet that gorgeous.
I am the day,
you’ll wait for me to go.
I am the night,
you’ll never wanna let go.
I am the rain,
as soothing as the raindrops,
but beware!
I may bring along some storms.
I am the wind,
the air you breathe.
I am the light,
all you see.
I am the sound,
that takes you to your fairyland,
but sometimes, I may
wake you up with a bang!
I am something you’ll never own,
the best you can do is, to know;
I am perfection
you’ll always seek,
but darling, you forgot:
I am not yours to keep.
And if you ever forget what I am,
then here is the reminder:
I AM FIRE!

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