I passed her.
She said.
“I love your bike. It looks so powerful.”
I said.
“Thank you”.
Out loud.
In my heart.
I whispered.
I am.
My bike does not take me.
I am the power.
That takes my bike.
To great heights.
And all of it’s downhills.
It goes no where.
Without me.
It sees much.
Because I go.
I am the power.
With
Or
Without
The Bike.
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