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Riding On A Motorcycle On A Sunday Afternoon
back to my trails
yellow daisies along the road
orange skies above me
yellow has mellowed
dusty like a veil
of a woman
i traverse this road
on a motorcyle
the sound of the engine
like a rhythm of the
tonky machine
inside my helmet
my head disregards the
heat this hot sunday
afternoon moving
towards an end
i still think of you
ahead of me
on an edge of time
too close
we shall not meet
again
poem
by
Antonio Liao
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