Passing through a highway
I feel the wind gushing by
I thaw myself out of the window
To see myself passing through the meadows
The mountains are like a ball of heavens
Reaching out to freeze all the ravens
I Shut myself in the beauty of nature
And let myself out just like a long lost creature
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Ever been to a highway? Well, I would luv to know your views!
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PoetryPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance......Poetry is a clear expression of mixed feelings....to me, poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found its words. Highest rank: 27
