The Fire Stairs
Here I am in my dream house.
It took me ten years to build this.
Until one day it was blazing with fire.
I had nowhere to go.
I ran to the back door.
The fire was dancing there too.
I was freaking out to get out from this dream.
I had no other choice to either come out or die.
I heard tiny voices almost like a whisper.
I looked right.
I ran towards my Victorian staircase with crystals.
It was flashing and glittering.
Now it is with strong fire falling to pieces.
I ran up bravely to get out quickly.
But the stairs broke massively like a promise.
I go run and run and run,
but I lost the handles.
I lost the battle.
I know I was almost there.
And I remember I was really burned out.
But here I am again,
Safe and sound,
in my new built dream house.
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