My Winter Rush

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I feel the cold breeze as it chills my skin,
Snow steadily falling like salt out of a shaker.
As I go on a steep accent so does my adrenaline.

I can hear my heart pounding in my ears,
I take off from the top.
The powdery snow like a wall behind me.
Slowing to watch the scenic view,

The end is near.
My cheeks as rosie as the sky’s edge.
I go up for one last run,

My heart racing,
I’m ready for one last run,
Down the mountain.





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