Chatty, that made me chuckle .

I, ice, icicle, I'd

A red rose bush grew big and strong,
By our kitchen window.
It bloomed and bloomed all summer long;
Blossoming sweet and mellow.

Winter; I delighted in it’s icy dress,
Where icicle hung long and crystal clear.
The joy it brought was no less,
Than from flowers in the warmer year.

I’d squish behind the brittle branches,
And grab me an icicle or two.
The sun light on the ice enchances
Warmed my lips so cold and blue.

I played in my own world then,
Sparkly and silver lined.
Ice princesses and Ice prince men
Till my mother called for dinner time.
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As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.
Goethe