That day, riding my bicycle,
Park with trees, pathways,
World, sky, people,
All seemed to tumble and fall
In my chest.
Endlessly.
©theoandmira.com & Andreea Garden 2016
Poetry of living
That day, riding my bicycle,
Park with trees, pathways,
World, sky, people,
All seemed to tumble and fall
In my chest.
Endlessly.
©theoandmira.com & Andreea Garden 2016