There many tall trees in the diffuse way
Some motorbikes in front of me going fast.
Smoke in the air embracing every object
Cause other fragrance occupies the place.
The accelerator is sticky in my hand.
Moving the gearbox with my systematic foot
According to the hungry engine needs.
More engines are heard in the streets
And some voices when I go somewhere.
It´s great riding a motorbike
On a challenging sunny Sunday.
By Marcelo Sánchez 5to 4ta
I love your poem, more than mine might say. I see the passion you show for bikes, and walk in them. That passion that not everyone feels, like, not is difficult to explain, do you feel one with the bike. We produce many emotions together feel the rush and noise of the engine. Great poem marce.!
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