Fire Ice

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    Fire Ice

    It's cold but burns.
    It's clear but orange.
    It's heavy but weightless.
    It's fire ice.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    patt13’s Poems (39)

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