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I'm lost in the momentum of my bike
Lost in the sound of the wheels
Against the blades of grass,
I let go of the rusty edges and
Balance my weight on the saddle,
The wind pushes against me and
Infiltrates the holes in my shorts,
Yet they do not leave me cold
As I'm embraced by the warmth of the sun
My hard-sole mocassins in equilibrium
And my heart guiding the way,
I am lost yet not astray
As I launch into the sky,
The sugarcane field is the runway
My straw hat is my helmet, and
My arms are the wings
I should be milking the cows
Not flying freely in the sky
Don't tell my father, solemnly swear
That this remains between you and I
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Entry for GoddessRealms prompt contest.
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Walking On The Stars
Poetry𝐀𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐧�...
