the lonesome road,
disappearing in the green mountains.
the waterfall nearby was the youth fountain.
piano and violin was filled in the air,
I was riding & rolling, I don’t know where.
I was happy, my heart was complete.
just riding alone, nothing to compete.
green grass, blue lake,
misty mountains were my friends,
the only things which made me complete was
my diary and pen.
I felt infinite,
smiling, rolling and paddling through.
I was capturing the moment with the eyes
and from my heart too.
written by pleiades513.