
I’ve Noticed
They run away
Scatter
Blow like leaves
Schools of fish
Disturbed
By a single pebble
I don’t have to speak
Just an essence
And run away bicycles
Feet flying off peddles
It is not easy
To live in a land
Where you flutter away
I’ve Noticed
They run away
Scatter
Blow like leaves
Schools of fish
Disturbed
By a single pebble
I don’t have to speak
Just an essence
And run away bicycles
Feet flying off peddles
It is not easy
To live in a land
Where you flutter away
I like the imagery of runaway bicycles with feet off the pedals…
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Have you ever seen it happen in real life?!
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As a kid, we’d lift our feet off the pedals and let them spin on their own while we smiled into the wind…
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I love that memory! Take me back :)…
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Oh wow!!! I love this so much, Doree!!! Thank You and Cheers!!! 🤗❤️😊
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Thank you, Katie! Thank you for all the love 🥰!!!
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My absolute pleasure!!! ❤️!
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Lovely write, Doree. 💞
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I am so glad you liked it 🤗. Thank you!!
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You’re most welcome, Doree. Always! 🤗
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