Bliss
Blissful ski slopes set me free
On a path of liberty
Trailing across the sky, negative degrees
I feel a peace among the trees
Open mountains set a scene
Grandiose beauty, I am keen
Hands straight shot through the air
It is frigid but I have no care
Escaping the city, and you, too
Forgetting your existence is hard to do
You once took not more than a thought in my mind
and now your on it if not at all the time
How do I reduce you to what you used to be?
Forget you and the pain you brought to me?
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