I know the need for blinding speed.
To feel the wind that whips my hair.
I do not know if I can go
as fast or fleet as flowing air.
But I will push until I whoosh
as strong as storms that boldly blast
by bicycle, by tricycle,
by any means to make me fast.
Author: Samuel Kent
I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet.
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