Wednesday, March 28, 2007

A poem by motorbiker

Call it a poem, verse, rhyme, couplet, sonnet or simply a collective garbled words that are put together. Whatever it maybe, those words came from my mind and heart[the word!]!

I'm lookin at my rear view,
to see if there's a picture of you.

I'm pulling my throttle to the limit,

but I think of you, definitely, not just a little bit.

I got this strange feeling when I see your face,

the same as if I won a race.


More distorted thoughts coming up but all real.

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