•Bike Feels•
I wake up and greet the morning sun,
A perfect day to go biking,
Without anyone to tell you what to do.
When I set off on the road,
My hands grip the handle bars,
Steering to where ever the road leads me.
As I paddle with all my strength,
The wind flows through my hair,
Like I'm flying in the air.
Sure, when I'm on the road the feeling of fear lurks in the back of my head.
Though once the speed picks up, I feel like I'm free.
All of this is because of bike feels.
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Tacenda ♡ [Poetry]
PoetryTacenda (n.) Things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence "My poems were as deep as the heart they were written with. "Poetry is what the heart says when the mouth can't speak." Copyright © RavishingPoet 2018 [Highest In Poetry...
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