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Sep 2014
I'm riding a bike through
The trees, handlebar gripped
As blossom floats
Frozen,
As I peddle through
This is like a
Mirage
Dream,
Sequence,
Can this be real as I
I hold my hands up,
Handle bar steadyΒ Β 
Fingers,
Touch,
Caress,
The silk hanging in the air
Its like Christmas
But the snow smells
Sweet,
Silken,
Aroma,
Hangs in the air, a smile
Upon my lips,
Its a photo in my mind
The feeling of nature
Feeling free,
I released my handlebars
As I cycled through
Blossom,
And for a moment I was free.
Poetic T
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