I look out to the frozen horizon , where the big lake meets the sky.
Luminous before my eyes.
The lake, a crystal ice palace with its translucent blue green aura ,
casting a spell on those who gaze upon it .
Dreaming of faery kindoms with snowy swans and pegasus's ,
ice fountains, cascading magic all around, frozen in time .
All we need do is open our eyes and our minds ,
to see the magic . . .
Lark
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