Ice Gola Cola


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Body of Water assumes the role of Ice,
Mind of Colors, Flavors, Fragrance keep playing dice,
They cometh together on a certain Stage of Soul stick,
Each one of us have our own tick.

Stick …the soul…we not bother because it seem no pleasure,
the body ice ever melting…we wish it didn’t, and held its body and face,
mind keeps drifting…unquenched with every sip…,
thirst is the orphan…longing parent color, flavor …for warmth and solace.

as moments passers by ,watching us indulge,
colors shade, flavors fade...change too,
body melts outside and inside,
soul shall we not consider…it immerses in unknown escapade

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