Sun kissed,
The warm wind skating on my skin
One hand on the shoulder,
The other one holding on tight to this moment.
A day for the books,
In mine nonetheless
Our past months rumbling in my helmet,
Taking me on this ride to where we are heading.
I close my eyes to see
Right here, I am free.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 6:35 AM UTC
Sun kissed,
The warm wind skating on my skin
One hand on the shoulder,
The other one holding on tight to this moment.
A day for the books,
In mine nonetheless
Our past months rumbling in my helmet,
Taking me on this ride to where we are heading.
I close my eyes to see
Right here, I am free.
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