John Murphy

Freedom

I feel the cold wind slapping against my face
As I glide down the mountainside.
I relish this freedom, and I have no worries
Until I am speeding towards a jump,
Focusing on not falling.
In the air I float like a deflating balloon
That eventually comes back down again.





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