On an overcast morn...

It was an overcast morn...
I called on my friend,
'Hey What about a ride?'
I asked with a sparkle on my face;

'Not a bad idea'-he retorted;
So we rode...
Down the road wide and narrow,
Full of shrubs and bushes,
And there was the smell of Wilderness around...

It was a sultry morn,
But we felt cool,
As if we have crossed all those sensory perceptions...
We rode,
Till we felt sweaty and hot,
Till our bodies glowed...


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