He smells of dust, freedom, and equality,
The past & its circumstances,
Of soft lights and chatty nights,
The unknown & the finally seen.
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With his eyes on the road,
His shoulder wide & strong,
My man of warmth, intelligence, and mystery,
Breaking chains, not hearts.
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©Milana Vujkov, Motorcycle Man, 2021
Poets, Mavericks & Prophets 