Fire and Ice - A Poem
If only I could fly...
A walk down the temporal lane...
The pen withers away,
The paper wrinkles and dies.
Wishing I was gone; somewhere, anywhere.
Take 2 of the same topic.
Just running through the rain, with total abandon.
When the rebellion is silenced...
Life is a long race, and the ones who have left others behind are the best - or are they?
Just reminiscing my life, seen through abstract lens.
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