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Ski Trip

Into snow drips rain of steel
creating life and gray.
I don't know why I have come here
nor why I'm meant to stay.
Ice is sliding into puddles
there is no chance to fight.
You play with me and I play back.
Someone will win tonight.
They hover stubborn, mist and clouds.
Insensitive and strong.
And you the same, even worse.
You won't admit you're wrong.
Mountains stretching high towards heaven
with peaks of white so smooth.
You block my passage, tempt with charm
but to you I shan't move.
I might not be the winner, yet,
you are the one who's lost.
I'm staring out this friendly window,
so much like the frost.

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