skating
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Rumble, rumble, grumble, stop.
Sca-reech! Hear the gravel pop.
I step off with a pant
Wipe the sweat with my hand
From the back of my neck and go on
The sun shines bright upon the snow the land a white expanse
The wintry air is brisk, yet still, the lake frozen and vast
He takes her up in his arms, and they turn to a music only they can hear
My feet on the ice,
what a perfect delight.
Gliding through my worries,
making all types of stories.
Cold air running through my veins,
I find the right lanes.
Letting go of all my stress,
