A Misting,
In a night of frozen air,
An Icing,
Covering
With all moves you must take care,
Or falling
Crumpling down,
Soon what was once firm standing,
Is ice bound,
And so thin,
Can not be seen by glancing.

A Misting,
To give a frictionless dare.


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