melted – a poem

melted

it glows golden

still not yet warm enough to melt

the top layer still crunches when you walk on top

I like the sound of it.

There’s so much of it, I don’t know if it will ever melt.

but of course, it will.

That’s the power of having

a giant ball of

fire

light up your world.

even from light years away,

it has the power

to bathe it in golden light

and make it melt

all at the same time.

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