A Frozen Bubble

You know what a frozen bubble say:
“Giving up is such a cliché“

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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.