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Deathly dance

As you step so hestitenly on thin ice.
Your gracefulness is not shown.
But as the cracking doth becomes loud as thunder.
Why not just dancec the garcefulness of a swan?
as you become motionless within the arms
Of white snow and fallen times.
With a smile on your face,
You know you are doomed.
As the slow decent of the icec doth brakes.
Dance that of which life has given you.
And as you crash through that cold cold hell.
I will remeber you
As all that grace fills my heart.

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If you're on thin ice, you might as well dance.

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  • tomisb
    November 4

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    The sense of impending doom, the feeling of wonder that you may have a chance, the feelings that swirl. You catch so many emotions. Scary and beautiful all in a breath.
    Love,
    Tom B.


  • babyseal
    November 3

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    Dance that of which life has given you.
    ^ I loved that line. a lot. good way to put it.