Ekaterina Gordeeva MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   glides across the ice

but something is wrong

she is alone ...



Her sharpened blades

carve messages in the ice

like secrets in a diary

What will she write?



Gliding to a stop

ice sprays

She falls to the ice

tears streaming



fists clenched, knuckles white

she extends her arms to the sky, pleading



the crowd explodes, they are multi-colored fireworks,

leaping to their feet.

flowers spill out on the ice before her.



What was this for?

a final tribute

a healing from the suffering



Good Bye





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