Skate Pools of water sit In hollows of ice, As you skate you slip, Slide, slither. Your Rosy cheeks burn brightly, Your eyes shine with an intriguing glow. Icy fingers stuffed in sodden woollen gloves, As I watch you skate on past. One eye, slightly smaller than the other Masked by a clump of soft brown hair; It watches the path you carve so delicately, Warily, carefully. Sliced ice follows you Fresh, with new pain and A new cool, As I watch you skate on past
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