BUT people would love to
walk and trip purposely
on cycles you will get struck unnecessarily
at places you wouldn't like to be
as on foot maybe
insinuations of love in poetry
think not of me
but for the sake of his love
let him pick you on the beaches I'd love
Here we enjoy that kind all above
no eyes look at us
what we are doing
on a beach
so dense
not lonely
it has open privacy
till one meets
the ends of decency
GIVE UP CYCLING...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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