alexandrawangswriting

Here are my poems and short stories

Fire Fox

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Wind pushes against his scarlet fur,
Like flames rising in the evening sky.
Running through the woods’
His fur brushes the leaves and makes a hissing sound,
Like water quenching fire.

He curls up at night like the blazing sunset.
Shakes his tail like a flame rising one last time,
Before it sputters and dies.

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