The Morning Ride


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With fresh air blowing through my hair
in the search of happiness I go
the quiet morning breeze comforts my soul 
as I paddle my bike to and fro!

The pearly dew drops gently touches my skin
as if a pill that soothes my past sorrows
Here I am, in the bushes of waving green leaves
wherein the happiness always flows!

The glowing rays, gleams the fire in me;
giving warmth to my jaded soul
the light illuminates the darkness
making my mind refreshed with glee!

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