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Bicycle Maiden Days

I still feel the breeze by the river I used to amble by With you I roamed the town down the ways, I still smell the aroma when you used to paddle by With you I lived my most memorable bicycle days. I still hear the bell tinkling behind me With you I had clustered all my priorities, I still count the number of spokes those are rust With you I learnt to live with modesties. I still remember the alleys where we made secret love With you I even rode to the faraway clouds, I still see the midnight moon and hear the dogs barking Withal I surprised you with a fresh rose before the dawn wakens. I still admire the time when we went on with little fistfights With you I even smiled most to the joyous abandon, I still wonder what went wrong and the town still speak our story With you I had a dream to live and I miss my bicycle maiden.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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