Unseen Beauty
A
Man skates
On the ice
He stands alone
Practicing his form
The beauty is unseen
Like the trees in the forest
When they fall do they make a sound
As it was stated in times long passed
Is beauty only seen when others view
The figure eights, the spirals and jumps
Who will be there to appreciate
If when unseen will it exist
Will he be the only one
To know what he’s done
As he makes his spin
And turns on ice
The beauty
Will be
There
Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016
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