Running

May 28, 2009
By yasmina thomure BRONZE, San Diego, California
yasmina thomure BRONZE, San Diego, California
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Running

Running
Running is the way to fly…
Without wings

Running
Running is a lovely voice
For someone who cannot sing

Running
Running is the way to escape
Endless routine

When my feet pound on hard concrete
I feel tired, sweaty, and sore
But happy
And confident

Running

Because you don’t have to be going any where
The experience is enough

The wind running
Its fingers through your hair

The ground whizzing under your feet
Until

Until you run so fast
You are no longer running
You are flying

Soaring past the moon
And the stars

And at that moment
You know

That running is the song for the deaf
Food for the poor
To fly for the wingless
Running is the best feeling in the world!

The author's comments:
This poem is for my dad who keeps trying to get me to do a running program with him. I never did start, so this is sort of an apology.

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on Aug. 23 2009 at 10:25 pm
Joegirl2418 GOLD, Columbus, Ohio
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this is awesome and i can definitely relate. thanks =]

Duraid said...
on Jun. 19 2009 at 1:54 am
Running is a lifestyle.it is a way to enjoy this life. It is a great way of competing against time. isn't it? Good Luck Yasmina. I wish you high position in life like the moon and the stars. Duraid


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