Spectral
Colourful hues,
transparent.
I feel warmth
radiate across.
Ice turns to water
I'm all in a muddle.
She turns me to liquid
wet like a puddle.
She and I will never mix
although...
I see her true colours
irridescent
like a rainbow.
Water and oil plainly show,
the mixing of some things
are just not meant to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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