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The Hymn of a Figure Skater

December 6, 2021
By Anonymous

Up in the morning before the sun rises

The crisp crunch of blades on ice 

Just like fresh coffee grounds

Is the only thing that can wake me up


The soothing aroma of the cold 

The taste of icy thin air

The Blinding white surface

Filled with powdery blades


The author's comments:

My peice is based off of my exeprience and passion for figure skating.


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on Dec. 13 2021 at 2:00 pm
bokutoistheman BRONZE, Dumfries, Virginia
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what a nice poem! ^^
i feel such way with skating as well. it’s one of my favorite things to do, skate on winters ice!