The Bicyclist.

The Bicyclist.

A Poem by Orizielle

We will conquer the world, me and my bike.

Through fields and mountains,
Through ditches and dikes,
We will conquer the world
Me and my bike.
I will race with the winds,
I will challenge the skies,
With this wondrous world around me
Where my pleasure alone lies.
And when, tired at the end of the day,
In my tent I go to sleep,
The winds outside wish me good-night,
Far in the valleys rolling deep.

© 2016 Orizielle

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Added on November 7, 2016
Last Updated on November 12, 2016
Tags: bicycle, cycle, cyclist, bicyclist, nature, world, wind, mountain, valley, sleep



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