it coruscate sublime,
as he readies for his sojourn
as I pen this end line rhyme.
Off into the sunset
as we watch his silhouette
for a while he is transcending
from this mundane life of sweat.
The wind cascades across his face
and he transitions, feeling free,
he coasts along the road so fine
his true epiphany.
And as the day begins to slow
the clouds look like filigree,
behind, the sky is tangerine
it's time to stop for tea.
Tucking Harley in for the night
he starts a warming fire,
slowly picking up his calliope
with music he'll inspire.
However the incessant tones
resonate some bland renditions
he's really not the best at this
not really a musician.
But finally the night sounds serene
as a zephyr whispers 'Wolfie?'
it's time to get your butt to sleep
or I swear you'll be debris!.
But truly Roadogg I'm just trying to
inveigle all your senses,
to congratulate you on one year here
I really don't mean no offenses
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and much love~ Desire~*~
