Timothy Daly

Bike Ride

Each unnoticed second, I’m free to love or loathe my precious life. A tough choice to have to make on living’s way, and nothing I could say would be as sweet as silence. The wheels roll by the river, as the sleeping city is lost in melody. Gone, the premise of my misery. 

dawn mist… 
crossing the river
you can see Paris
reflected 
in the water

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About the Author

Timothy Daly lives in Italy where he writes, researches, and edits.

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