by cecilia Erismann

Her company is like a hug,

Sweet – calm – unique.

She sculpt life as if she was playing with snow…

The water crystalized in a human shape.

That beauty, exposed in a cold ice,

Sea through – em’oceans…

A beauty that the sun doesn’t melt,

But the heart overflows…

I go,

Her smile…

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Ice sculpture made by Elisabeth Kristensen