Feeling The Thrill Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Feeling The Thrill
Gliding down the mountainside, skiing gracefully in and
out of pine trees, their aromas enticing every sense
within.
Feeling the thrill of speeding freely, thrilling to the
excitement, adrenaline building within the fabric of my
being.
Filling it with an intense satisfaction, sating my spirit
daredevily, attracting power and strength from an energy
of the Divine.
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