The best memories of my
Blind white childhood:
Ice fairies, chorus of angels,
Forgetting about it is
Cold or stormy or dark
Outside the home..
This is home.
This is the moment I was born for.
This is the moment I would die for:
Snow, snow..
And I am divine
Just as I was meant to be..
Innocent and clean
In your eyes,
Like your eyes .
Ice dance
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