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#‎Day27_Touch‬

Ever seen anything fire can’t fix?
Not even life itself is irreparable!
Fire; a reaction between charges causing sparks
And heat, depending on how strong the bond
To be broken in the particles involved;
And even hotter when the particles are bonding
In a reaction to create an even stronger element!
Iron sharpens iron to have sharper iron
But when iron is touched by carbon in a heated union!
A giant is born!
Industries formed
Revolutions witnessed
All in the name of steel!
Touch!
Where do you lead?
You bring foes to the table
Heat them together and make them stable
Have them build towers and telephone cables
To stay in touch!
To break bonds and boundaries,
Treaties in big cities signed
As the world becomes one!
Globalization!The birth of cooperation’s;
And multinationals running the world with just,
Touch!
I need something more!
Not just zeros, they only last as long;
I need a touch closer to the heart
For everyone to see more,
Feel more,
And take me home!
Touch!
The connection between elements unknown;
To build chemicals and components unborn!
Least known to none;
For fire burns and gives something more!
Touch!
Tell me what you see;
Is it just a sea of fire or something more!
For us to desire?

Like electrons floating around looking to touch,
And charging up the sphere causing fear;
In charges weaker, they need no fear!
Touch
You need no fear!
Fire, cures all!

©Krv_270616
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