250 miles to somewhere....A Poem by Marshallracing with the heartbeat along the black striped road pumping pedals, dreaming entrances exits lanes bylanes timing out and in thinking cap on music keeping pace i am home here in the small city coffee smells like coffee people smile like people trees look greener the church stands out lakes glisten with shivering skins children play happily i park in the park i am here sojourn into nights at break of dawn i will return to point B fulfilled with 250 miles of ecstasy. the poems rise from the mist of bygone memories and words tumble waterfalls of lust and longing where is she? © . All rights reserved, 4 days ago© 2014 Marshall |
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