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Running

Running
Run
Run through the dusty roads
Past empty fields
And old houses
Mere husks in the wind
Run into cities
Old cities
With cracked roads
Where the only sign of life is a dead blade of grass
Run
Run past Mountains that are dry
And bare as the sky
Run
Run over hills and into valleys
Run
Run to the place
Where the stones are as old as time
And the shadows peer down
Stop
Look around
Dig a hole
Plant a flower
Let your tears water it
Let the weak beams of sun stroke it
Then walk away.





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