Mists of time

Shadows down on the mountain bike trail…
Shards of light across cold misted air
Above an old oak bog.

I've served my time, on these inclines
Silence in the mists of time.
But what do I know,
Accept it.
Year after year.
Tyre after tyre.

Listening to Bell x1
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