Stroll On Ice

We traveled north as the wind blew wide the open avenue,

the ice, a hoar frost clung to branches like a close friend

needing to be held, hoping that somehow staying  in view

of the traveler the chilled atmosphere might not pretend.

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We knew our reality and prayed for beauty’s grace to sing,

we wanted only a spectacular share of the world’s moderate

fantasy to step inside a dream and provide a subtle ring,

a truth, a genuine accentuate reality speaks little too late.

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We will find you again when the time is right to deal well

the attribute, the hand raising thank you, the ego may swell.