Saturday, February 3, 2018

The Last Run




Here I am with you 
pure, untrammeled snow 

Oh the joy of seeing your ice caps
powdery trails

Oh my 
the joy of 
skiing your mountain
Oh the joy

It may be a five hour drive 
It may be a ten hour plane ride 
but to you I come 
and if I should ski all day with distractions and struggles 

I quest for just one run 
a run of conquest 
a run of passion 
a run of joy 
it is all so worth with it


And it is good so good
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