Cycling Stories

Wind

October 2, 2020

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Wind

The caress of the sun against my face 

The hum of birds chirping and leaves blowing 

The scent of still-damp soil from the rain that poured the previous night 

The vista of beautiful apple trees stretching into the horizon across the fields I zoomed through 

The cooling summer breeze on my face 

Rapidly, I pedal past  

Rapidly, I leave behind Calm spirit 

Yearning hope  

Craving adventure  

Liberty at last 

Exhilarating peace 

A foot rotation, an intoxicating sense of freedom 

A foot rotation, tranquility 

I have never felt peace like so … 

A wave of serenity washes gracefully over me as my senses inhale the tiniest of details. 

I feel as light as the wind that follows me 

I slowly let go of all fear, spreading my arms on either side 

And for a moment 

I am flying 

I am the wind 

Tiara Dias is an Angolan International Business Economics student living in Budapest, Hungary who’s passionate about writing and recently published her first novel, Sordea.
One Comment
  1. Amona Major

    such a beautiful poem, the imagery is really catchy.

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