I push from the middle to take flight,
The World's weight dissipates
My mood shifts
And joy washes over.
Memories stretch so far,
I taste past freedoms.
Greedily, I devour
Happiness.
Soaring
My face blissful
I am connected with my girlhood.
I love my bike.
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 11:42 AM UTC
I push from the middle to take flight,
The World's weight dissipates
My mood shifts
And joy washes over.
Memories stretch so far,
I taste past freedoms.
Greedily, I devour
Happiness.
Soaring
My face blissful
I am connected with my girlhood.
I love my bike.
My favourite mode of transportation, my bicycle.
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