In a barren,
rocky field
a forgotten bicycle lay
rusting,
dreaming of hot winds
and carnival screams from
a long-ago
summer night.
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Very poignant short and clever poem a colourful evocation of childhood Loved it
Dreaming of hot winds is very amazing in this composition shared here. Wise composition....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed this wistful pithy poem about childhood and the ubiquitous, quintessential bike. You've captured allot in so few words. I like the way you write!