Poem: Hot Lava


Hot Lava

Lava never stops flowing like water,
In any circumstances it shall be a light of to death,
A fire for a torch,
And a daredevil for the adventurer.

A sakura tree to moist the tone,
To make the earth feel balanced,
But never to hot to commit suicide,
Death is everywhere without failure.

Feel the heat of the lava,
Make it pop to the hottest of the fire within,
Seek no flaws just its benefits,
Hidden from treachery for the good of mankind.

Yours Truly,


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