Monday, December 13, 2010

Ice Skating

Gliding, spinning, falling, repeat
Gliding, spinning, falling, repeat.

I make some friends and they help me get up and try again.

The sky is black, the moon is bright
I will try again with all my might.

Snow starts to fall,
I give it my all.

I'm spinning and twirling,
The world is whriling.

I brace myself for the fall.
It doesn't come, but I'm sure it shall.

I look around, my heart fills with pride,
I'm on my feet, I haven't died.

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