A Skier's World Come, race over the snow with me..

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A Skier's World Come, race over the snow with me, as if there is no gravity. But, yet, it seem, that there must be, because it's gravity thats pulling me. Come, glide with me, over snow so white, feeling the freedom, as we take flight. The sun's blazing glory, blurring one's sight, the #moon and stars casting shadows at night. Blowing swirls of snow ,that trail away, bright crystal diamonds, on a sunny day. Autumn's leaves, where they lay pinned, placed there harshly, by winter's wind. Because, as you can plainly see, there is no way of catching me. Because, I am the wind. 'I am the Wind'