By Greg Wood you can ride to the sun on a bicyclepainted in spring greens.an echo of the world,travel upthroughsprawlingblues;not all the way upto the raging fire,its blazing redsits singeinggreensand whites,just to the layerbeneathwhere goldencoins of lightunfurl and spilllike waterfallsthrough yourhands,shimmeringmirrorsof eternity.soon they gush alongthe pavement ofyour past as if it, too,can be cleansedof finitudewatch … Continue reading bike ride
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