(A Collection of Select Works... / The City That Never Sleeps)

I C E D A N C E R

In engaging a walk, on a Winter's crisp morn,
On a snow-feathered path,
Glazed with ice-ladened branches,
Lies a Pond of most striking impression,
Mother Nature's Kiss.
Crystalized Ice in the shape of a Heart,
An ardor of Winter's Majesty.
Subtle breezes stir the Pines,
As I step towards the Mirror-like Pond.

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