Motorcycle, spirituality

The Tyres Are Cold

In a few months I was departing,

But you went and got there before me,

Leaving the roads with a different echo,

And while I can be angry,

At those who took unfairly,

I’ll just be happy to meet you in the next life,

Where hopefully I’ll be better.

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