Motorbike Poem by Gert Strydom

Motorbike

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It's as if my motorbike has got wings
when at speed it does run,

do change gears with an engine that roars
but there is something dark that fills speed

as if life and death is covered up while they do hang in balance
and I am aware of the insignificance of man.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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