Star Fire

Star Fire short poem

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Is there no star will lend me its fire?
For I’m cold, so terribly cold.
My teeth chatter, my skin pales
And as I lie there, shivering and shouting
For help, in vain,
I could do with the memories
And the warmth they contain…

Is there no star will lend me its fire?
For I’m hot, so stiflingly hot.
My eyes water, my skin reddens
And as I lie there, burning and sweating,
And as my vision fades, and my limbs tire,
I could do with the light
That accompanies their cold fire.

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HI guys! I'm Pooja, and let me first tell you that it took a LOT of courage, encouragement and coaxing from my friends and family to let me display my works to others' criticism. I started writing when I was thirteen, a short poem about my 2 day old nephew, and from then on, the pen has never been put down. I also write novels and short stories, and am about 1 step away from being published. I am a dilettante, and I fervently wish to be a teacher one day, spreading the joy of reading and writing. I'm quite boring, actually, so let me finish with this favourite quote of mine:“I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I’m afraid of.” -- Joss Whedon
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