Alone in the cold comfort that darkness gave
Under sheets of rain that lashed through the haze
He embraced its pace and hit the throttle straight
Speeding towards the nothingness ahead
Filled with peace in pleasure and pain
As man and machine merged, he bowed to the skies
From where his presiding deities gazed
Blessed is he, whosoever can be free
3 comments:
i totally agree.. except i would make the he ..one.. :) i know it kills the semi rhyme.. but i think i cld relate to it .. :)
truly a piece of art.....
One of the Blessed....would that be enough?..:)
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