Thaw and melt seem similar,
But they actually are dissimilar,
Such that many frequencies
Differ in subtle tendencies,
Bringing a process familiar,
Which look absolutely unfamiliar.
It is a pleasure,
To watch snow thaw,
Slowly and steadily it starts,
Losing its fluffy form,
To a slushy soluble,
Shredding its snowy white glamour.
The stiffness slightly gets out,
While the numbness gets away,
Performing a flexible play,
Promising an alert pray,
By striking a right chord,
At the propitious moment.
It is a desire,
To espy ice melt,
Quickly and hastily into water,
Dissolving into a liquid form
To a lively stream,
Of a lovely bluish silver.
The heat accelerates the change,
Reducing into an almost non-existence,
Mellowed into a mature state,
By undergoing a physical process,
Which tags with it a mental stability,
Creating a less intense distinction.
Melting and thawing generally
Are found in nature,
Recording a program of change,
Indicating that Change ,
Is the only thing,
Permanent and existential
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