Ice Skater
She glides along just like a swan,
No feathers, but a silken gown.
Her limbs are stretched so gracefully.
The wind flows through her fine blond hair,
With grace and speed, without a care.
Ecstatic, her spirit soars free.
A tiny girl with giant dreams
From sidelines watches, wishes, schemes.
She sighs, “If only it were me!”
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Loved this one!
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