My frisky feet are light and fleet
Sturdy soles skim tiles and concrete
Adrenaline courses through every fiber
And consumes me like a wildfire.Over gaps, I leap and somersault
Over obstacles, I roll and vault
Spring and land with utmost precision
As I race towards my destination.My hands cling to walls and ledges
As I push my body to the edges
But not beyond; I am no dimwit
A true traceur knows his limits.But this is illicit, is it not?
I suppose it is—if I get caught.
How can I resist when I reside
In the traceur's Mecca, the City of Light?This forbidden thrill is what I chase
Whenever I run a rooftop race
With companions or myself and I
Up high and away from unwanted eyes.Oh how I relish nights like these!
When my skin is brushed by the midnight breeze.
With every step my soul takes flight
As I sprint below the shroud of night.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
from the depths of my mind, they flutter free
Şiir𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 @𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 An assortment of poems. From personal experiences and miscellaneous musings to feelings that have long lingered in me, this book contains poems insp...