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Sunday off road rain cycling

Lush greenery
Majestic scenery
Coconut trees wave in a track
Puff of clouds wave back

Droplets of rains
Fall again & again
Splash soggy ground
Bringing greenery all around

Village path air is so fresh
Heveanly to be here in flesh
Afar at a distance
Looks like timeless existance

Between hills a chimneys rising smoke
As we ride our cycles we are greeted by humble folk
Gentle moss lies still
Moulded on the broken door of the old mill

As into the distance we cycle away
From soil laterite to roads ash grey
Its my hope to raise the blooms
And hold this world into greenish rooms

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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