Ice

The ice will crunch beneath my feet as I walk along the wooded path. 
Strange cold patterns emerging with every step.
I wish I could be one,
A crack in ice stretching out to find itself,
Not alone but entirely independent.
Finding it's way, 
Breaking barriers and crashing through,
Letting the rest turn to iceburgs,
Becoming it's own star, 
And freeing the lake of it's mirror. 



 
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raincity

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16 years old

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    on this warm night, I stand outside in the blue dark. 

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    homes glow like stars on the cliffside 

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