The Stone Where Fire And Ice Reside Poem by Piccola Topo Gigio
The Stone Where Fire And Ice Reside
The glass looks at me, and I look back at it.
The aurora's colors shine, by daylight lit.
I see the tiny little bubbles, perfectly arranged.
The volcano's solid structure, all encased.
Each sphere a thought, a nightmare it seized.
I wonder how many bad spells I finally veered.
Like a mirror to which memories got attached.
I gaze at that magnificent, magical droplet.
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