April 21, 2009
The ground sink around my feet as I run through the field.
Leaving footprints in the mud.
Showing were i've been.
The smell of rain still in the air.
The cool wind rapping itself around me.
Sounds of birds singing their songs.
I smile gently at the sun above me.
The sun, taking away my fears.

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