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Liftline MAG

May 13, 2019
By Anonymous

The whistle of wind

pushing

flying

lightning

one moment

launched 

free

soaring

then the ground

crunch

cold

cheers

breathless

lying

up, away again

beserk 

flying


The author's comments:

I'm a high school student from PA. This poem is based on a rather epic fall whilst skiing. I got a cheer or two from the lifts.


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