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a short poem |
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Vision of fires In my life I come upon satire The vision of fires Make me feel weak and tired Everytime anger comes knocking at my door, I know that there is a lot waiting in store. And, again ill have a vision of fire. This anger that consumes me And lets itself out loose Like a dog that was left out of its noose Creates a feeling of unease Soon after all that is left is quiet and tired peace. Anger is an emotion And therefore it should be a conclusion, In my life But every time I try, to let go of it. I fail . So ill just have to wait. Until one day I get it straight. That anger must never be justified, and therefore it will not be qualified. |
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