do you remember when you gave me a ride on your old motorbike?
you won’t pull over …. kept moving along the road
let the rain wet us
we laugh and enjoyed
like no rain will come again
then you put my hands to coiled your waist
do you remember when we ran in the flower garden?
we laughed happily
then you grabbed me into your arms
tucking a sprig of flower on my ear
said that I was beautiful
then kissed me softly
sudden you were called
the journey was over
leaving love in me
I see the trees turning blue
the flowers in the garden paled
and the rain dripping poignantly
on the old strays motorbike
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– mei –
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Thx!
Visually stunnung. And you can feel the moments in your words.
I do my friend…, I do.
Much appreciate.
Best wishes,
mei
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Very very beautiful your memories, meiro!
I had the experience to ride motorbike… and it was very nice, although at first I was afraid, but ultimately it was a pleasure!
Be blessed!
Stefania! 🙂
Indeed very fun Stefania. Glad to know you had the same experience.
Thank you so much my friend.
Love to you,
mie
Great piece Mei, this is my favourite and reminiscent of my motorcycle diaries.
Memories of my youth….(sigh) a wonderful one. You still have or riding the motorcycle?
Love,
mei
nice 🙂
Thank you so much my friend, glad having your comment.
Blessings.
mie