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On The Bike

To My American Honey Bear
11/29/2013

Down the road - flying...
Fresh breeze in your face.
Bad thoughts fall - dying...
We start a new phase.
 
One black and one white
Wings behind your back
You shoot through the night
And making zig zag
 
Fly towards horizon
You’ll enter your zone
Inside - the roar is rising:
When you feel’t - you belong.

(2013)

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