The Cyclist

by sugarcoatedprincess

The effort he puts in is the distance he goes,
Through all kind of trouble through the rains and the snows.

The steeper the climb the harder the task,
The greater the glory more deeply he basks.

The wheels turn spin and go around,
Speed keeps him from hitting the ground.

The hard helmet he wears,
Protects all his memoirs.

White fluff splatters,
Weather matters?

Snow?
Go.

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