Fire and Ice

January 13, 2021

My heart holds passions that burn bright as fire

But my eyes holds a stare cold as ice

My determination is as steady as a roaring fire

But my smile reveals knowing but frigid ice

I walk two worlds: one burning and one freezing

And as I tread this line I have to wonder,

In the end, which one will win?

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