Thin ice on the lake


The weather is indeed nice

But this soft gale does entice

In me one of my darker vice:

A heart dancing on thin ice.

I twirl and spin, I flash a smile,

I run, I jump, all in style,

Fearing the fall all the while,

And yet going the extra mile

Just to watch the raven’s flight

In the deepest, starry night,

Always from a distant sight

For I remain the one-who-might…


My body is water.

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