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The Ice

March 28, 2013
By Anonymous

My silver blade,

Is just a blur

As I run through my program,

Until my feet hurt

When I take off my skates,

I wish to skate more,

but I know I cannot

My hour is over.

I must wait until tomorrow

To hear the scrape of my blade against the ice,

To feel the cold wind sting my face,

To feel the excitement after landing a jump,

To dance on the ice,

Like a snowflake in the air.

The Ice,

The Rink,

The only place,


The author's comments:
This is a poem I wrote about Figure Skating.

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