domenica 25 marzo 2007

poems to bring on your bike

My dear sun,
you are looking at me like i'm your son,
i just get worm as i keep cycling,
so i make my self ready to reach you soon.

Thank you for spreading your rays on
me,
when you are shining i feel your endless enbrace,
so i go on with this feeling in me.

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