Sun high and bright warm upon my skin
A cool breaze in my face
My bike roaning beaneth me
Cruising down the road
Just the journey ahead
No plans, just go whenever the road leads
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Paper airplane Lift up higher and higher Take off Never land Upon the wind Through the trees Fly plane fly Paper airplane Made of paper chea...
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