Tuesday, November 8, 2022

292/365 - Tributary (version one)

 


Riding my bike
in the dark again
the memory of the sunset glow
lingers on the horizon
though it's cold and windy
and the rains setting in
but every moment I'm out here
I'm the one who wins
I took a bit of a detour
but now I'm back on my throne
though my ears are getting cold
so I think
for tonight
I'll head on home

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