What Am I
I’m fast, come down hard.
I’m a ball of ice and chemicals.
I leave a trail of fire and dust.
I’m different colors.
Sometimes I get mistaken for my cousin.
I make circles around the hottest dude up there.
What Am I?
Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2016
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