How to Choose Ice

Growing roots in the water

Never seemed so hard

but they were,

and the vases of my dreams

funnel into a floral light

One I could see for my self–

the cold was colder in the heat

the hot was hotter in the cold

If only I could

choose joy above all else

there would be no need for water

nor what it fills

with sand and glass–

moments are forgotten

memories are forever

and the present,

a lifetime of paradise.

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