You know what a frozen bubble say:
“Giving up is such a cliché“
I was born to be destroyed in a moment
And here I’m, standing against my opponent
I trap air through my thin walls
That very day, the Mighty wind is appalled.
All the ingredients formed me perfectly
Colorful, Chromatic, beautifully hued; having to vanish in a jiff, I would die artfully
Before I could burst, I see the ice crystals dancing on my surface
Ensuingly I knew I was always meant to last longer with an undying grace
It started a war. I wasn’t the one to be tamed.
DAMN! I can freeze TIME. This proud moment unarguably was meant to be acclaimed.