The Ride

Into the gentle night
birdsongs have gone all quiet
their anxiously waiting
to see who will emerge
from that once broken blind.
The girl and her charms,
she has these stories to tell
against a softly broken accent
I love figuring out her words.
What’s even better,
learning that ancient language
hard against the universal truths
certain phrases in ones tongue
have the identical meaning.
So when things,
get all heated and such
across the touching layer
the girl simply reaches out,
so I can take hold,
and enjoy the ride.

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