Simple Pleasure

Rookie (Toronto Canada)

Winter's Day - Poem by Simple Pleasure

It was early in the morning when we left,
alone on a winter's day.
The air was brisk - it was cold and young.
When we arrived the rink was deserted; her ice was thick, clean and white.
We threw on our skates and dove into her,
we cut into her, etching all sorts of lines, marks and gashes.
It felt good and I felt free. We were good and we could be
alone on a winter's day.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 26, 2010



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