Molten motive
sear to steer
a stream of liquid
heat cascading
clandestine
waxfall
trickling down
stops in its tracks
motionless
moltenless
rigid on
frigid path
candle
catatonia.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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