Friday, August 28, 2009

Flying

Air, rushes through your shirt
Hair is wild
Your eyes water
Downhill you glide over the asphalt
You are almost flying.
A blur of a face you see, not far from your side
A look of determination,
A challenge
Faster, Faster
Flying higher and higher
You see the target
The final push,
You won.
Your pedals come to a stop.






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