For Bite Size Contest No.135 Poetry Contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
Puddle, cloud, ice, and snow, a tree, a log...an ember burning slow, I appear in life from frame to frame. I change my face. I change my name. I look different, but I'm the same, though you will never know.
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