An Icy Past
Descending from an icy past
With fresh, pure nature of its own
traversing all within its path
'Til rough and sharpest edges worn
Transporting to its outer banks
The common elements of life
Depositing with no return
It gives, it takes, with no concern
Proceeding on its chosen way
Indifferent as that moment be
Expressing, gratefulness, I'm glad
It chose to share its bed with me
Howard Voyles
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