What is life?
Is it as delicate as roses?
Is it as pure as a snowflake?
Or it is unoriginal as humans?
Life is a fire,
It devours everything.
And I am ice.
Trapped between fire and earth and air,
The elements of Life.
Trying to adapt and adopt new tactics
Pressure and Force moulds me.
But what have we become?
Can we turn into water and worm our way out?
Or do we need to find a medium?
A mode?
But tell me, can fire burn ice up?
Can the ice become the victor?
What is missing from the equation?
Can physical science and organic chemistry solve our dilemmas?
Date: 25th May 2020
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Poetry"Insufferable to any eye, Proceed with caution. The beginning of the beginning is here Limitless to all boundaries." This book is a glimpse of my mind. Written in them are my works, I hope you enjoy them. -Robyn
