Rivers run solid,
Frozen and Iced,
Chilled for a sense,
From beginning to end.
Forests will burn,
The Rivers run through,
In a frenzy of heat,
The burning tree hits the Ice.
In seconds the Ice becomes Water,
Flowing melodically along,
Saved from itself,
It's moving again.
Together they mix,
In unbelievable harmony,
Leaving nothing left,
But memories of the past.
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Gismia!
Where I'll be putting Gismia stuff and MAYBE soom other random things
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