Fire and ice

In the same room

Rarely coexist

Strength or mass will Prevail

In the same rooom

Puddles or ashes

Strength or mass will prevail

Creating a wasteland of sludge

Puddles or ashes

But when we’re apart

It’s a wasteland of sludge

…Togather, a perfect puzzle

But when we’re part

….We should never part

Togather a perfect puzzle

Confusinngly blissful

Pantoum

We should never part

So much to do and say

Confusingly blissful

A quiet soft rain

The time is too short

A perfect fit

An electrical storm

It seems impossible

A perfect fit

When we share the same room

It seems impossible

Fire and ice

When I surfed the net I came across the above. It's a malyasian form of poetry. It is called Pantoum. The second sentence of rhe first stanza gets repeated and so on.