Tuesday, October 06, 2015

The Rink

The ice breaks, 
beneath the blades,
just so she slides and glides; 
Never too long to sink deep,
nor to risk a fatal fall, steep;
It melts right down,
for a momentary trance,
freezing right back
as she blithely moves on.

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