Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
John Dryden
Glide On Oiled Ice
When you dance with your shadow,
You never loose a beat
You glide like oiled ice,
On each other's feet
It's a duo of perfection,
Matched in stamina and height
No chances of rejection
Unless the light's too bright!!!
Hee hee...a real treat, these verses.
so precious and so true--i love it
and you
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
Love your humor!;-)
Sorry I called you Lisa On your previous write....Okay!!
But as you know once you clicked its toooo late to turn around...lol!!
Love Tinka
OUCH!!!! you stepped on my foot.(lol) I hope no one tries this at high noon. Nicely done.