A child on a bicycle

As the child on a bicycle

Moved along the universe

It grew and grew and shrank

Repeatively outgrew the curse

As the child on a bicycle

Relived its moment of love

It cried so intensely

Over the escaping,free dove

If the child on a bicycle

Barefoot on the cracked road

Knew what he had coming

Would have circled there till 

  he'ld erode

Author's Note

A very old piece of writing. I hope you like it.

Reviews

[mou]

with the repetition of some word, you add a different image..i like your style..

[B. Boileau]

This piece captured tranquility, emotional of not only real hope, but of protection. A delightful read.
You should'nt stay away so long...


bill