Wish I was more in practice at writing
I hate the beginning of the school year
Veronica
Smoothly she glides across the lakeIce-skating goddess
My beautiful dear
Not so elegant in form
As in aura
My one and only
She stumbles once or twice
But does not fall
My light from heaven
We shared our stories
Our shames and glories
Our communal destiny
Our night so late
Yet so short
We hate that it should end
One soul in two
Our paths cross forever until
We converge.
Poetry by Ducks
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Written on 2011-08-28 at 04:46
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