The gleam of the ice
Under the arctic sun
Shining blue silhouettes
Off every frozen ton
The shapes that are formed
Are perilous and pale
But the air is so pure
A delight to inhale
The sea is ice blue
And cold to the touch
The waves sparkle
With beauty and such
But the arctic white
Is Gods creation
In all its might
An ice formation.
C. Vergara
05.19.2013
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