Harley Davidson Heart

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It's not just noise,

The motor is music to my ears.

My nerves tingle,

My heart races, and everything is clear.

Hold in the clutch,

Rev it up!

My soul is finally free.

Speeding down the pavement, leaning through the curves.

This is pefection to me.

A winding road is what I call home.

Rain or shine,

I live for the ride.

Comments

harlieishmael

This was a fantastic poem. It sets a beautiful depiction of a riding enthusiast's thoughts and emotions along the journey of riding a Harley-Davidson.

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