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Footsteps pounding, heart beating fast
The rush of wind, a symphony at last
The world blurs by, a colorful haze
As I hit my stride, my soul amazes
The ground beneath, a steady beat
My feet respond, a rhythmic repeat
The cadence grows, a crescendo high
I feel alive, my spirit starts to fly
Sweat drips down, a salty rain
My muscles burn, but I feel no pain
The thrill of the run, a natural high
I'm free and strong, my spirit starts to fly
With every step, I feel reborn
My feet barely touch, the ground is sworn
To carry me forward, faster still
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Abbas
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Comments (2)
Lol, truly imaginative.
Oooo, this was so intense. Loved your poem!