By Khaleem Mohammed-Ali
Like ice that throbs in frigid water,
Waxing with numbing white cold,
Pulsating in its glaciated glory,
Panting with icy blizzard breath,
So I felt when I saw you.
And you, like a verdant, towering pinetree,
Rich, earthy, warm,
Full of life,
Standing at the summit of a promontory heated by the
Were enticing, enthralling.
I love you,
But I cannot reach you -
The laws of natural mores forbid it.
Thus my soul will freeze into a lonely void,
And your soul will melt into nothingness
Khaleem, 16, attends the School for Advanced Studies in Miami, Fla.