Poem; Motorcycle.

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I miss my bike.

I miss the winding roads.

I miss riding fast.

I miss taking curves real low.

I miss the speed, the thrill.

I miss the roaring sound.

On a bike you feel nature.

On a bike you feel the wind against you.

On a bike there is the element of danger.

On a bike there is no second chance.

On a bike you set limits.

On a bike you feel alive.

 

Peace and serenity

Lawrence Copyright © June 2018

11 thoughts on “Poem; Motorcycle.

    1. Love my bicycle too! Just come back from a ride in the park after work. The feelings expressed in the poem that you have on a motorbike are very similar to those on a bicycle, which makes your poem so relatable. 😊🚲

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