Estranelle

October 9, 2008
By Mercedes McGarry, East Wareham, MA

Asleep in the ice is where she lays,
Awaiting for her beloved to come someday,
Frozen in time from when it began,
Flowing like a river without any care,
Throughout the years she will wait,
Until he comes to save her fate.


The author's comments:
I began to think of writing a story and this poem came to me and basically says some of it clearly.

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