Lady On A Bicycle

He met her
Lady on a bicycle
She flashed her sweet smile
Her lovely hair
Flowing with the wind

Surprised and captivated
He managed only a half smile
And she was gone
Ringing bell dying in the distance
Lady and her bicycle

She was on his mind
Day and night
Her smile vivid in his dreams
Longing to meet again
Lady, bicycle and bell

Today he waited
Face flushed and
Heart pounding
For the ringing of her bell
Lady on a bicycle

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From young, I have a love for the English Language and have been a voracious reader of novels, getting my fill from the British Council and later at the U.S.I.S. Clearly the writing style of UK and American authors is different.It is only about three years ago that I ventured into the world of poetry, and starting to pen my own poems. I find it gratifying and fulfilling to have an opportunity to put my thoughts, feelings and emotions into poems and haiku.
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Cigeng Zhang
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A lovely poem Kwai Chee. Enjoy reading it.

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