A perfect ride
Is equal to music
Each turn is a sound
That adds to the song
A green a blue a black
Slow
Medium
Fast
Dainty little notes
And then a crescendo
My board is the conductor
Controlling the snow
That makes the noise
Making my song
Every hill
Adds another line
Of notes
I know the snow
Like I know my own skin
Every turn
Sharp and fast
Wide and slow
Creating the perfect ride
The perfect sound
Me
My snowboard
The snow
Together we make
My song
Love is an open door?
All you need is love?
Love story?
I know that feeling
A bit differently
Not quite what the song was intended for
But I know of love
That opens doors
The love that is
Dear New York City,
I don’t know what it is
That makes me love it so much
Maybe it’s the buildings
That stretch towards the sky
Forever reaching upwards
Have you ever seen dozens of roses?
A field perhaps
Covered in red beauty
Have you ever tried walking through dozens of roses?
Your fingertips perhaps
Covered in red blood
From afar roses are gorgeous
Comments
I never would have thought of snowboarding in this way, but I can see it now (or hear it in my head, rather)! "My board is the conductor" and "Together we make // My song" are both great lines!
Thank you!
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