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Through the snow-kissed slopes I glide,
A skier's heart filled with pride.
With each turn, an exhilarating rush,
But cautious steps, I must not brush.

In bindings tight, my skis embrace,
As mountains beckon, their beauty to chase.
Yet a fear lingers deep within,
To avoid a fall, a slippery sin.

The wind whispers secrets, icy and sly,
As I venture forth, beneath the sky.
I yearn for grace, for a seamless flow,
To conquer the slopes, without a woe.

With steady stance and focused gaze,
I carve my path through snowy maze.
Muscles tense, ready to react,
To save my dignity from a skiing act.

Eyes scan the terrain, avoiding traps,
No time for mishaps or unexpected slaps.
Balance is key, on this wintery dance,
To maintain composure, defy circumstance.

My heartbeat quickens, adrenaline soars,
As gravity pulls me to explore.
Yet in this quest, I'm keenly aware,
Of the need to ski with utmost care.

With measured strides, I navigate,
Guided by skill, not left to fate.
For though speed tempts, danger lurks,
I won't let it taint these mountain perks.

So off I go, down the powdery slope,
A determined spirit, with dreams of hope.
I'll conquer the challenge, without a strut,
Skiing with caution, but never losing my butt.

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