“Good evening”, said the cyclist,
It echoed in the evening mist,
I was baffled I never knew him,
The dark stranger tall and slim!
Before I could acknowledge
He was gone in the haze,
The unknown messenger of good wills
A roaming angel on two wheels!
“Good evening”, I said on my way,
The passerby was baffled had no word to say
In the silent evening of misty haze
I was happy to turn a new page!
The Cycle
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