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I ride along,
This rough road long_
Everywhere silence is tense,
But i ride in pretense.

The sun showers his golden radiance 
Over my supple face in the clearance;
Night will soon be on his way,
And all creatures to their homes clad and gay.

The gentle breeze the trees sway
And a squirrel leaps out of my way!
To me alone life belongs;
Oh, am out of the town throngs!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 3/18/2019 12:36:00 PM
Lovely poem Kibuuka and well chosen word to describe your ride. I see you are new on poetry soup, all the best my friend and keep them coming. Poetry hugs, Jennifer.
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Date: 3/19/2019 8:52:00 AM
Oh thank you Jennifer for the comment!! of course, am going to keep posting now and then! once again, thank you!