✰Tʜᴇ Fᴏᴜʀᴛʜ Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Mᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ
The flickering orange that wax and wanes,
is the flow that reds and makes all black.
Like a boisterous storm, the flame outpours,
Plasma, is the fire retained.
Tangible is the form of red and blue,
A beautiful disaster that makes us lack,
A part of nature destroying creations,
Escaping the dangers are the lucky few.
The fourth state of matter is the liquid fire,
Hissing magma leaving a mark,
An adventurous gateway, passion has a say,
Fire, Earth, Air, Water.
© Favour Chidinma Ezekwe
©Ava Kez
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Petals
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