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There were nights when we would ride
on empty country roads, in the autumn.
Open-faced, the wind whipped my skin
and tossed my clothing as we flew.
I remember it well, that sweet smell
of honeysuckle and sepia leaves
the deafening engine beneath us
as I clung to you, as we roared
past golden fields and ochre trees.
Half-terrified, half-elated
I would raise my face to the sky
and watch the stars move with us,
and slowly I stretched out my arms
to the world, and was free.
A wonderful memory.
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devilicious Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2006  Professional Photographer
you really write beautifully and i'm a critic on writing! :hug:
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quentinwrites Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2006  Hobbyist General Artist
Well thank you very much! :hug:
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x-eevee Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2006
this is really lovely. Although, something about the term "open-faced" is a bit odd.
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athenaRules Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2006
This is a lovely, lovely rip roaring trip baby. I was there, I felt it. Great work.
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MrsNox Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2006  Hobbyist Writer
Really nice poem Anji!
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quentinwrites Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2006  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks. :D
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alexishelmsley Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2006
nice.

Love the way that it flows - conveys the freedom that the protaganist is feeling.
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