The metallic sound of the bicycles
on the cobblestone roads
broke the silence.
We rode for days, weeks, hours.
It felt like eternity.
Never look back.
The muscles in our legs burned,
Tingled.
We kept going.
It felt like eternity.
The sack of potatoes in the basket
jumped around.
It was all we had.
Bicycles and potatoes.
It felt like eternity.
Darkness fell on us quietly.
We peddled faster.
Legs ached, burned, tingled, numb.
Almost there.
It felt like eternity.
We finally made it.
The other side was dark and lifeless.
On this side, we wouldn’t have to worry.
We collapsed; bikes fell; potatoes toppled.
It felt like eternity
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