my escape.
I grip onto the handle of my bike,
I shed tears as the wind
swept them off my cheeks.
salty.
I felt free;
I felt alive.
- emotions bring out the best of me
YOU ARE READING
At The End of The Rainbow
PoetryAt the end of the day ; you know wether or not it's been a good day. You experienced it. What's the end of the rainbow like? Is it really all rainbows and sunshine & happiness? Who knows. You've never physically been there.
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my escape.
I grip onto the handle of my bike,
I shed tears as the wind
swept them off my cheeks.
salty.
I felt free;
I felt alive.
- emotions bring out the best of me
