It’s all up with someone

The unsophisticated unsung song travels in the upper class street.
The crash helmet Motorcyclist very pleasingly gave her a lift.
Fuel is more than enough it seems for the unending journey via dreamy state
Stealthily they embrace each other and the bike goes as a unicorn towards
The Forlorn hope where in the stature of symposium.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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