Fire roars
from one hand,
water rises
from the other.
Soon,
they clash
as my hands meet.
I burn.
I cool.
I harden
and crumble,
only to rebuild.
This is life.
This is my soul.
I am my own,
and I am made of
fire and water.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
