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Against The Wind

He rides through the soul of destiny
mighty and strong
chances he takes are many
his love is his freedom
speeding against the rapid force
power is his name as he fears nothing
staring at you seeing into your racing heart
excitement begins at the thought of his delight
racing with time he moves rapidly
his wings are the wind
on and on he proceeds
destination unknown
taking each curve with precise precision
a master at his art
racing on through the wildness
wild and so free

By Floreann Cawley

© 2008 Floreann Cawley (All rights reserved)


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