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Tarmac dreams
That road calls once more
begging her to return for a bit more
white line fever
she feels less trepidation
this time ...
better to feel the
waves of road weariness
than a lonely heart
continually searching for
something beyond her reach
She wishes to just get lost in it,
the purr of engine,
radio on,
Windows open ... it matters not that
it's only 45 degrees.
If that doesn't make you feel alive,
Nothing will..
begging her to return for a bit more
white line fever
she feels less trepidation
this time ...
better to feel the
waves of road weariness
than a lonely heart
continually searching for
something beyond her reach
She wishes to just get lost in it,
the purr of engine,
radio on,
Windows open ... it matters not that
it's only 45 degrees.
If that doesn't make you feel alive,
Nothing will..
Published 19th Dec 2016
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19th Dec 2016 4:21am
19th Dec 2016 4:16pm
Love that feeling of cold through a night window of drive, Je.
You've captured it and the longing perfectly.
You've captured it and the longing perfectly.
19th Dec 2016 5:52pm
I love to go night driving just for the sake of it, so I really get this poem :-)
