#terrain - Hello Poetry

Nothing matters, Faster, Faster, I pedal away, To a bright new day. Gives me wings to fly, Every terrain I want to try, Also chase the blue sky. With the fresh open air, As it messes with my hair, I cycle everywhere, In the woods, on a street or cycle track, Here, there and back, Up the hill I huff and puff, Going up is tough. Oh,what freedom! Like the joy of stardom, My mind crystal clear, Lots I discover as my bike I steer. Round and round the wheels go, In the sun, rain or snow, Every moment I relish, Never to end I wish. 18/11/2019.

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Nov 18, 2019

Nov 18, 2019 at 6:35 AM UTC

salmabanu-hatim

The Joy Of Cycling

Nothing matters, Faster, Faster, I pedal away, To a bright new day. Gives me wings to fly, Every terrain I want to try, Also chase the blue sky. With the fresh open air, As it messes with my hair, I cycle everywhere, In the woods, on a street or cycle track, Here, there and back, Up the hill I huff and puff, Going up is tough. Oh,what freedom! Like the joy of stardom, My mind crystal clear, Lots I discover as my bike I steer. Round and round the wheels go, In the sun, rain or snow, Every moment I relish, Never to end I wish. 18/11/2019.

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I want us to go on a long rail trip. Longer than whatever I experienced, On the bridges over the trenches, Victory trip over mountainous terrains, Existing away from the world. My life needs to be revamped, Eerie and dangerous it has become.

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Feb 10, 2017

Feb 10, 2017 at 2:19 AM UTC

Atul

Chug Chug

I want us to go on a long rail trip. Longer than whatever I experienced, On the bridges over the trenches, Victory trip over mountainous terrains, Existing away from the world. My life needs to be revamped, Eerie and dangerous it has become.

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I can leave the world but I can not leave you This will be my love stance just thru and thru You are on petals of my heart like drop of dew Your are that moment of love, I lost every clue Who am I and where from I am all vanished Please do not ask me what ever I just wished Let me tell you I nourished you but I perished Beauty burns and love is never extinguished My love we will be streaks of light to remain My heart is in beauty's chain again and again The labor of love we will take and just maintain Love is to walk with bare feet on difficult terrain Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

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Nov 2, 2016

Nov 2, 2016 at 6:18 AM UTC

col-muhammad-khalid-khan

On Difficult Terrain

I can leave the world but I can not leave you This will be my love stance just thru and thru You are on petals of my heart like drop of dew Your are that moment of love, I lost every clue Who am I and where from I am all vanished Please do not ask me what ever I just wished Let me tell you I nourished you but I perished Beauty burns and love is never extinguished My love we will be streaks of light to remain My heart is in beauty's chain again and again The labor of love we will take and just maintain Love is to walk with bare feet on difficult terrain Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

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pitter patter a slight drizzle of rain taps quietly outside the rhythm of a infinite cycle of life the desolate terrain echoes the 12am wind blowing like dust the wind is like thread weaving love's lust amongst the trees the clouds are cloth embedded symphonies languages threaded within torrents of rain like empty bullets inflict pain unceasing lightning strikes the earth opens like the gates of heaven heaven is amongst my eyes i must be blinded cries of lost souls inaudible by the tapping of rain. (b.d.s.)

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May 17, 2014

May 17, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC

distortedimages

downpour.

pitter patter a slight drizzle of rain taps quietly outside the rhythm of a infinite cycle of life the desolate terrain echoes the 12am wind blowing like dust the wind is like thread weaving love's lust amongst the trees the clouds are cloth embedded symphonies languages threaded within torrents of rain like empty bullets inflict pain unceasing lightning strikes the earth opens like the gates of heaven heaven is amongst my eyes i must be blinded cries of lost souls inaudible by the tapping of rain. (b.d.s.)

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