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Night Found Poem

 SMOKE
   
     I had lost my mind.
     Still in Kabbalistic dreams
     Raining fire
     rings of black
     smoke


     the whole world on fire
       
     never shall I forget that
     smoke.
   
     the small faces of the children now just
     Smoke
     The smell of burning
    poisoned the air and stung the throat.
    turned dreams to ashes
    not to forget for as long as god lives
    Never to forget that


    smoke


   

   
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  1. AnonymousOctober 25, 2018 at 7:34 AM

    I found this poem interesting. I found the line "turned dreams to ashes" very deep and gave me an image of what is happening. I also found it cool how it started at smoke, than it went to fire, than ashes. Overall, great job!

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  2. AnonymousOctober 28, 2018 at 6:15 PM

    Your poem was beautiful and I found it very interesting to read. The line, "The smell of burning-poisoned the air and stung the throat.-turned dreams to ashes" was so descriptive and created the sensation of burning in my mind. Wonderful poem!

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