As I Run

by Broken smile   Dec 23, 2010


As I run,
No matter what the weather,
or season,
Sometimes,
I like to fly away,
Into my own world,
with my own thought and dreams.
Other times,
I choose to stay on solid ground
and listen to my feet.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
Thumping on the ground,
As I run
to the rhythm of my heart.

By Destinee Ryan

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