laps
one foot after the other,
running past parched grass and
puddles of mud. all blurring into
a hazy green.
the ground merges into an
endless road of gray, and
all i can see are my feet-
one after the other.
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
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3 comments:
I feel like I am there in this poem. The words flow very nicely together.
mm. vivid.
As a runner, I <3 this :)
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