Summer nights
Back roads
Barns and tree worlds
Fresh air, clear sky
Loud engines
Giving you an adrenaline high
Wheels spinning, hearts beating
Leaving dust behind
Lungs screaming, steam building
No more agonized cries
Loud music, bad vibes left to die
Yours car passion to get you to the other side
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem..keep writing with joy: -)