The fires rage across our home.
They destroy everything in their path,
Burning with an unseen wrath.
Our friends.
Our families.
Our homes.
Nothing gets spared by the endless red.
We watch as most of us slowly disappear.
No one understands the fear.
When the flames finally end,
We'll be able to re-begin.
We will, together, grow again.
Taller.
Brighter.
Stronger.
The only question left, is when?
P.s.
I don't live in Australia I just wanted to write a poem about how they must feel
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For The Rainy Days
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have made through the past few years. Most of them are sad, and are personal. I would love any feedback you'd like to give. I'm trying to stick to writing, but I might not always update. I hope you enjoy my poems!
