Poet: Işıl Ayça Akkuş

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She hesitated a lot.
Taking deep breaths,
chasing the trails,
raindrops fall by the glamorous darkness.
A stranger indeed.
An anonymous existence in the blowing winds.
I have been with my parents
for quite some time now,
I got selected out of love.
I was a present
from a gentleman
to the owner of his heart.
I had fun days,
I had dust.
I waited on a shelf
just like a record longing to be heard.
There it is, the moment.
She is a stranger indeed.
A walker, to be precise.
We thought the species went extinct years ago,
but oh well.
The gentleman says goodbye,
his wife has a better friend now.
I was so young,
yet became the oldest quickly.
This girl took me with her
through all the lands.
I am no horse,
yet she is a warrior,
and I feel obliged
to surrender my wheels for her will.

Note: A different poem trial; this time, I take my old bike's perspective and imagine what she would think of me after our first encounter, when I took her over from an older gentleman on Marktplaats and listened to their story. I cannot use this grey bike anymore, as it has been broken by an accident and turned almost into a Frankenstein, yet I loved it quite dearly, so this is my ode to it.

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