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maestro

He plays at night.
His violin sings to the moon.
The gondolas rowing smoothly stop to listen.
The water ripples when the notes reach it…they are strong.
His bow stings the strings and his fingers fly.
Maestro.

» Posted By Amalyah On 11.29.2014 @ 4:52 pm

bicycle

I’m streaming down the hill, the wheels of my bike bouncing on the uneven asphalt. The wind rushes in my face, blurring my vision and making my eyes sting. My legs burn from the intense pedaling, but I hardly notice – adrenaline is pulsing through my veins. My throat is burning, but I laugh out loud. The wheels are my wings…I am flying.

» Posted By Amalyah On 10.30.2014 @ 6:32 pm

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