The Ice Was My Canvas

The ice was my canvas
My skates the brush
Painting lovely pictures
Painting what I feel
The ice was my shelter
My blanket from the cold
The pillow on which
I would rest my hopes,my tears
The ice was my heaven
More beautiful than anything ever described
More delicate than than all of the angels
More gentle than the wind
The ice was my tempest
Guarding me from reality
Guarding me from truth


-Mays
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