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Night-Ride/Flew


The evening was falling

I had nothing to do,

The roads I did roam,

I was far from my home,

And my bike it flew.

 

The pavement streamed by

The wind, whipping, grew

And left me in wonder,

As the world passed under,

And my bike it flew.

 

Visions of space, stars over marsh

Whilst moonlight fell through

The wheels of my bike

And the spokes it did strike,

And my bike it flew.

 

And there I remain

In the moment I knew

In the dark, in the calm,

Wind singing night-song,

And my bike it flew.

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philippanhorst

Let my works speak for themselves for they are a reflection of that which I am: the Piedmont, the old maritime coast, and then the ocean.

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