The Love of Speed
The Love of SpeedIt's a race!
She flies along,
head thrown back,
eyes gleaming, all the while
her adversary floats,
keeping pace effortlessly.
This race, though,
is not about winning
but the Love of Speed,
the joy of flapping hair,
the kiss of wind on skin.
It's such a thrill--the chance
to compete against the moon,
to feel her golden glow
on shining, streaming hair.
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