Taste Of The Wind Poem by Luis Steven

Taste Of The Wind



You know there is nothing quite like
Riding your bike on a mid October night
As the wind flows past your face
And on the tip of your tongue you can just taste
Your worries fly by

You know there's nothing quite like
Watching the stars at night
Laying on the ground
And watching the drifting clouds
And your worries fly by

Sunday, January 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: worries
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