Sunday, March 13, 2011

? I never know what to name my poems

Hair whipping in the wind
Every which way
The chill of the night
Biting at my cheeks
Under the glow of the moon
I feel vivacious and free
Living for the moment
Forgetting my worries
Trying to drive a distance
Between me and my past
Regardless of miles
I can’t quite escape
But the kiss of the night
Makes me feel as though
I’ve broken away
Spirited
Strong
Beautiful
And free
Content for a moment
Just to be me

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