On slopes of white, where winter winds entwine,
Skis whisper tales, gliding in perfect line.
Powdered peaks, a canvas pristine,
Adventurous dance on slopes unseen.
Mountains draped in snowy gown,
Skiers carve their joy, casting shadows down.
Through alpine silence, a rush of grace,
Echoes of laughter in a frosty embrace.
Downhill descent, a thrilling ballet,
Nature's symphony, as skies turn gray.
Crystalline flakes, a waltz in the air,
Skis etching verses, a daring affair.
Alpine vistas, a panorama grand,
Skiing poetry etched in the frozen land.
In the hush of winter, a rhythmic rhyme,
Skiing echoes through the corridors of time.
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Random Poetry
PoetryHi. This is my first book. Sorry if there is any bad grammar , english is my third language. I hope you will like it. I write poetry , because , I am in higschool , and it is a stress reliver, so I don't really have time for a full book. May or may...
