Icy Points Of View
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Wintery thoughts, cold as ice, like icicles poking me
with their icy points of view.
Sun shining high in the sky, melting the ice and is
now slowly dripping onto the snow-covered ground.
Shimmering in sunlight, looking like diamonds waiting
to be picked up and placed in a ring or necklace for
someone's first love.
Beautiful and unique, no other like it would ever be made,
none of it can be a reality for all is a fantasy that I
have created and shown to others in the world through this
poem only.
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