Hill drive:
Amidst the mountains near,
I woke up for a ride
Being alone to steer
I blinked with none to guide.
White blanket to make me sleep?
Mist or fog whatever it is named
Driving down steep,
Nothing makes me tamed.
I stop by seeing converging trees
The branches dances and sways
My paused drive increase,
Finding myself in heavenly ways.
The chirping of each bird,
Sounded rhyming and meliflous
Honking the horn was absurd
Damn, these people are frivolous.
Dew from the trees, drops on my windshield,
I tend to use the vipers
Having no vehicles to a distant field
I see my own minute bloopers.
Having drove frequently the curvy roads,
I shall be telling this in a sigh
The skill to be stocked in loads
As the risks hidden are high.
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