The rush, the joy,
Sliding down the freshly packed snow.
The screams, the cheers,
Crashing down the slope into bushes and people.
The snow, the cold,
On my face as I sit up, grinning at my family and friends.
The hike, the drag,
Back up to the very top to begin again.
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
