Posted on Marzo 21, 2013 by alepedale Posted in Poems While I sail my bicycle on through a storm My knuckles are seizing and crack in the cold But I smile as the helmsman which keeps me warm As the rudder, my handlebars, glow like gold. Share this:Fai clic qui per condividere su Twitter (Si apre in una nuova finestra)Fai clic per condividere su Facebook (Si apre in una nuova finestra) Correlati