Let’m come

Sweet pulse muscle moves

me onward up hill

climbing days

let’m come

Leg churning piston drives

open sky breeze shifting

feather touching

let’m come

Powered legs raise me standing

unflinching unbowed vision

clear sighted I say

let’m come

 

 

 

 


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