And she glides over ice
She skates and dances
She goes round and turns
And makes figures
With her skates she draws
circles and hearts on the ice
In the Dutch landscape
Where the sky is grey and the weather is cold
She carries the California sun
of her man in her heart
The fire of inspiration burns in her
She dances her poems
on ice
As her skates make the moves,
make the words rhyme
And she is free to move
And free to love, free to write
With her golden dreams
She skates on and on
Until the stars appear in the sky
And it is time to go
Only then the ice queen leaves
for her ice palace in the clouds
©RoseGirl2018
Inspiration is everywhere and you certainly grab a hold of it when it strikes. This was great!
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Thanks a lot 🙏🏻
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You are welcome 🙂
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What imagination! Lovely.
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Thank you! 🙏🏻
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