She is ice.
She is the river.
She is, at once, both.

She is the shining beauty
of crystalline water, catching
the sun and throwing it back
in ten times the glory it once
possessed.

She is the rough and turbulent
water in the darkness of the river. She
is the rush of unseen emotions
twisting in their course, ever
trying to break free, but
afraid to do so.

She is both.

She is the cold silver mask
of ice beneath which run
wonders unseen. She is the
emotion and inspiration that
creates the beauty above.

She is ice.

She is the brilliant sun lit
reflection that dances like
fire across the smooth
surface of the ice. She
is the hidden fear that
lurks below.

She is the river.

She is the
water that longs
for the sea, but craves
after the land of her
home. She is neither
sure of the distance
or her willingness to
make the journey.

She is both.

She is the quiet ice
covered river, who may not
step beyond her banks, she
is the river who’s true source
and foundation is hidden
skillfully, stubbornly beneath
a flawless facade of ice.

She is ice.
She is the river.
She is both.

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