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Cold air

September 28, 2023
By 5kastner GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
5kastner GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
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I look down the mountain

It’s like an endless void

I start to go down the mountain

My skis cut the snow like warm butter 

It is like I am on top of clouds

The cold air on my face 

The air stinging my lungs

I feel a shiver running down

I am flying on snow

The wind violently roars

The cold cut through my jacket

My body shook from the cold


The author's comments:

This poem is about me skiing on top of a mountain in Montana. 


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