Through Melbourne’s streets, the riders came,
Wheels at rest, yet hearts aflame.
They dismounted, side by side,
Let the city be their guide.
Through Higson Lane, their footsteps slowed,
Where painted walls in colors glowed.
Graffiti voices, bold and bright,
Stories swirling in the night.
Neon letters, faces wide,
A rebel’s art, a city’s pride.
Each stroke, a whisper, wild and free,
A dialogue with history.
Their helmets hung, their hands at ease,
Lost in walls that spoke with breeze.
For though their journey paused that day,
The art would ride—forever stay.
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