WDYS#146
Feeling free pedaling everywhere we can be and see from summer mornings joy ride with my siblings. As life’s happiness comes to color smiles or fear that shades. A smile tells a story and a scream says more of childhood memories if you listen closely. Memories fade and fear grew up. I held on to enjoy the ride.
By Pamelap

Lovely poem Pamelap. Thanks for joining in
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Beautiful! 💞💞
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