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strong as the wind
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Poetry armies of tattooed arms
in black and white
stretching down and across the street
on their sleek bikes
so free
so happy
so wonderful
and I long to go with them
I long to travel
the length of this continent
and further
to Paris
Milan
Rome
London
Venice
Athens
and to you:
most of all, to you.
where your arms are dark and strong
strong as the winds of a storm.
dark with the touch of the sun
sun-kissed lips, that I want to kiss.
why should the sun have what I cannot?
and as they ride away
my heart rides with them
flying free.
flying solo.
flying to you.
but i remain behind, dreaming
(i can do no more.)
