It is the cold fire,
that burns as ice,
It is in the freezing summer,
I shiver in the hot winter
It starts and re-starts,
It begins as it ends
Just to start-Again
The push is like a pulling
the pull turns to pushing!
will i set the pace,
to reset this race?
so we can reap some grace
just in case?
The Sun rises at dusk,
goes to sleep at dawn,
Today it is well known!
Moving forward,
heading backwards,
caught in a loop
like a replay-it begins
The Cold Fire,
is the burning ice
The freezing summer
is the hot winter
...then the sun again!
These are the lines from MyLife the Rhymes of My Livity the flow of my reason.
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