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All alone on this mountain peak,Where the air is thinand the melting has beginThe snow once thick, now wet and slowsurrender to springs, warm and gentle glow The cold hand of winte r, has open its gripsoft slushy snow beneath my ski tipUp ahead is a snow packed wind lipLet’s se if I can hit it, with a backflip In this perfect moment, all aloneIm the earth, the wind and the stoneI’m the lone eagle, looking for prayI’m the apocalypse, that melts away Looking up and gazing the skyAs I ski through spring, felling alive, and highIt’s just me, my dog and a sky of intense blueIn this moment, it’s all that feels true.. Show more