Motorbike

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Flying and soaring,

High above the sky,

He howls with laughter,

She laughs with delight,

Speeding and racing,

Gliding over the city,

A completely different city,

That she sees with new eyes.

The night children are dancing,

Awing mortals with their profound beauty.

The moons children resting,

Their fury coats glinting in the city's light.

There walked Liliths children,

In all their glamour and glory .

There swam the sirens,

With their pearl-strewn hair and high rippling laughter.

When he looks down he sees a world that he's known his whole life, A place that he's called home for a very long time.

When she looks down,

She sees a strange new world that she's still discovering.

A place that she has only just begun to call home .

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Yay so this is kinda my first poem. Its actually inspired by one of my favourite books so ... ya .

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