The Big Wheel
The speed, invigorating,
damp mist, breeze through my hair,
aghast at the roar's and scream's from a far,
faster and faster,
my palm's getting clammier and clammier,
stillness in mid air,
my heart skips a beat,
please, please get me to my feet.
Copyright © Amanda Sullivan | Year Posted 2012
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