Speed, Power, Beauty

March 6, 2010
By bayleedarling GOLD, Danville, Virginia
bayleedarling GOLD, Danville, Virginia
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That sweet air brushing across my face,
The sound of the grass smashing underneath
my old torn, sneakers.
My breathing quickens,
my heart races.
There’s no time left to waste.
The clock is my enemy.
Beads of sweat slide down my forehead.
Adrenaline rushes through my veins.
There’s a rhythm in my steps,
that is in sync with my heartbeat.
And with each stride I take,
I’m further away.



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