The Runner


running, fast
faster, full of speed

the wind, flowing
blowing hair
a sense of self satisfaction
rushing through pumped veins

night, dark
darker, quiet, no activity

cool air fills tired lungs
fatigued legs feel vibrations
from aching feet pounding pavement
yet the body runs on

a mind, thinks
thinking, many thoughts

a destination is seen by weary eyes
as the sun slowly rises
a smile surfaces from deep within
and another day is about to begin.

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