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　　Whispers of the Snowy Slopes: A Poetic Journey on a Sled
　　In the heart of winter's embrace, where the snowflakes gently dance,
Lies a sled, a vessel of joy, on the slopes it prances.
　　Beneath the azure sky, so vast and grand,
A snowy canvas, white and blank, awaits the sled's command.
　　The sled, a slender craft, sleek and swift,
Glides over the snow, a whisper soft.
It carves through the powdery fluff,
A trail of delight, a path of love, it does pursue.
　　The rider, clad in warmth, a spirit bold,
Seizes the rope, the journey to unfold.
With a heart full of cheer, and eyes agleam,
They leap onto the sled, their adventure to dream.
　　The sled, a swift steed, on the snow it bounds,
Through the crisp air, it cuts a fine, bold.
It dances with the wind, a graceful waltz,
As the rider's laughter, a melody, it does catch.
　　The snow, a soft, white carpet, beneath the sled's feet,
It crumbles with each turn, a gentle retreat.
The sled, a vessel of dreams, it glides,
Through the silent woods, where the trees are wide.
　　The rider, a figure bold, on the sled they soar,
Through the frigid air, their spirits soar.
The sled, a swift arrow, through the sky it flies,
A testament to courage, a symbol of might.
　　The snow, a mirror bright, reflects the sun's gleam,
As the sled glides, a silver beam.
It slices through the silence, a whispering sound,
A tale of winter's magic, a story to be found.
　　The sled, a vessel of joy, it carries the rider's heart,
Through the snowy landscape, it does depart.
It weaves through the trees, a silver thread,
A path of wonder, a journey to be shared.
　　The rider, a spirit free, on the sled they soar,
Through the cold, the wind, they do not fear.
The sled, a swift steed, it carries them far,
To the heart of winter, where dreams are born.
　　The snow, a soft embrace, it wraps the rider tight,
As the sled glides, a silver light.
It carries them through the night, through the day,
A journey of joy, a tale to be played.
　　The sled, a vessel of dreams, it carries the rider's soul,
Through the snowy slopes, it does roll.
It weaves through the silence, a whispering tale,
A story of winter's magic, a journey to be held.
　　As the sled comes to a stop, the rider steps down,
With a heart full of joy, and memories to be found.
The sled, a vessel of dreams, it rests in the snow,
A testament to winter's magic, a tale to be told.
　　The rider, a spirit free, they look back on the trail,
A path of joy, a journey well spent.
The sled, a vessel of dreams, it waits for another ride,
To carry another soul, through the snowy tide.
　　In the heart of winter's embrace, where the snowflakes gently dance,
Lies a sled, a vessel of joy, on the slopes it prances.
A tale of winter's magic, a journey to be shared,
On the sled, through the snow, a story to be heard.