It is the cold fire,
that burns as ice,

It is in the freezing summer,
where I shiver in the hot winter

It starts and re-starts,
It begins as it ends

Just to start-Again

The push is like a pulling
as the pull turns to pushing!

I will set the pace,
to reset this race
so we can reap some grace
just in case!

The Sun awakens at dusk,
goes to sleep at dawn,
Today it is well known!

Moving forward,
heading backwards,

caught in the loop
like a replay-it begins

The Cold Fire,
is the burning ice

The freezing summer
is the hot winter

…then the sun again!

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