Rush
I feel it, feeling it
Further onto the open road
Sods, trees,
and clouds up above
Admiring the colors of the sky
Deciduous trees are also my thing
The bomb of every group of trees
Without having it's leaves
are the bomb of it
But what I love most
The air, so good
It makes me unstoppable
Dashing towards to my hair
Making my hands slowly moving
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
Rush
I feel it, feeling it
Further onto the open road
Sods, trees,
and clouds up above
Admiring the colors of the sky
Deciduous trees are also my thing
The bomb of every group of trees
Without having it's leaves
are the bomb of it
But what I love most
The air, so good
It makes me unstoppable
Dashing towards to my hair
Making my hands slowly moving
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