This morning gray skies prevailed,
an icy wind bit my face,
cold tears streamed down
as I pedaled along the deserted streets.
The few drivers who did pass
had no faces.
Perhaps they
were chilled,
crying,
felt a bit empty too.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 10:29 AM UTC
This morning gray skies prevailed,
an icy wind bit my face,
cold tears streamed down
as I pedaled along the deserted streets.
The few drivers who did pass
had no faces.
Perhaps they
were chilled,
crying,
felt a bit empty too.
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