Hike

Hike - Poem - Inktober - Day 8


When you ride a bike

You feel the breeze

You capture with camera

The memory you want to freeze

When you go over a spike

You feel the burden

You get down to check

No choice, you saw what you don't like

So, you call the mechanic

Leave the vehicle

Drop the mic

And decide to just go on a hike

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