Riding effortlessly, pushing the pedals.
The frontline of the forest riding along side me.
Giving the occassional glance, fighting the urge to just throw myself in and explore.
To get lost and not have to return home.
The woods were peaceful, surrounding me in their elegance; the fresh snow gracefully laying to rest upon the pine trees' branches.
Pulling the brake, I let the bike drop to the gravel below.
The urge was too overpowering.
Lost was where I wished to be.
Adventure here was what I did need.
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
