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Bike Riding

Poetry By: LeAnne

This poem is dedicated to my sister.
She likes to ride bikes in the summer!

Submitted:May 21, 2008    Reads: 2,023    Comments: 6    Likes: 4   

Bike Riding

Feeling the wind against my face

Letting go of the real world.

Feeling free from everything else.

The burning sun on my back

My hair flowing behind me.
And the freedom I don
't lack

Just letting go,

And feeling free.
I was born to be wild.


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