The i is ridden
The i is mastered
Becoming friends
A journey of Two.
The i is ridden
Missing home forest
Having a friend on one's back is nice
But green air in the forest is nice too
Two drops of muse.
The i is sitting down
The i is not ridden now
Two negotiants
Waiting for a friend
Making rain cold than snow
But the i has promised
The next dawn .
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