skiing across
sinking and gliding
in deep pure snow,
breathing hard,
sweat in the cold,
slowly find rhythm,
discover strength,
leave the mind
which fills with mirrors
of the evening sky.
a cock crows
and the black birds
fall into the sound
circling above trees
and snow turning
from blue to this
delicate pink
in which i swim
and find peace
not without pain
at the point of return.
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