Cruising shady alleys, Created by arches of centenary of trees Wind whistling in my ears, Sun setting caressing my skin Lifting my gaze to not miss any, Of the natural delights for the sight My thoughts go to you I at times strangely miss you Such beauty seen by the solitary traveler Feels too muchContinue reading “Riding on my Mind”
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