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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