Wednesday, January 10, 2018

My Ice Eater


She plops like a lazy pup
admiring her long, soft hair.
Hundred ice casually slurps
as music fills up her lair.
All emotions camouflaged -
but try and decipher not.
She is silent and unbudged -
though foxy mind churns a lot.  
If fate my desires stirs -
I would want to be like her.


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