Motorcycle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Description of the motorcycle for the rich and the poor.

Submitted: May 11, 2017

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The soul on a thin line

Speeding to a final destination

It’s fine and refined

Every breath an exhilaration

 

Above the hemisphere

Helmets, gadgets and gangs

Black to orange mean dread is near

Suave Solo jaguar or packs with fangs

The hemisphere that’s below

The poor man’s indispensability

Mobility and agility ready to go

A tool of responsibility

 

Joined, it’s fast as a single breath

It makes look easy and carefree

Some roar their motors defying death

And some start it to be free

 

One line, one road, one mistake

A life on the line everyday

Those who carry it for trophy’s sake

And some keep it for a rainy day.


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