(This is a "what am I" descriptive poem. Try and guess what it is. The answer will be at the bottom, written backwards.)
Can you guess what I am?
I bet you never will!
I taste like a good story; you'll want more and more.
I am as smooth as a perfect, red sphere of glass.
I smell like a silent song, hard to detect,
I sound like a distant avalanche, a million miles away.
My outside looks like a fire, frozen in mid-flicker.
My inside looks like the morning sun, shining on new snow.
I am a dragons tear drop.
I move like a rolling ball of red yarn.
I am as cold as early morning frost.
What can I possibly be?
(I am an "elppa")
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