Curls of clouds,
high above the songs of cardinals,
their red wings brush the air that chill my face
Upon the road that beckons forth the wheels,
they carry me through joy,
to places wide and free
From which my mind will abandon thought and then,
my heart does sing a melody of love,
with sun on my face and brow
Winds nudge,
they drive me forward in motion towards peaks and plains,
the landscape changes its mind, and my view
Riding there and back,
out beyond the limits of lights and lanes,
there lies tranquility on my bike
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
Curls of clouds,
high above the songs of cardinals,
their red wings brush the air that chill my face
Upon the road that beckons forth the wheels,
they carry me through joy,
to places wide and free
From which my mind will abandon thought and then,
my heart does sing a melody of love,
with sun on my face and brow
Winds nudge,
they drive me forward in motion towards peaks and plains,
the landscape changes its mind, and my view
Riding there and back,
out beyond the limits of lights and lanes,
there lies tranquility on my bike
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