I am tempered by running.
My path unwinds,
hard enough close,
ethereal in the distance,
into which I dissolve.
Run, the body sings; run on, the mind quietens, then quivers; futther on, mind-body merge ... you blossom.
Run, the body sings; run on, the mind quietens, then quivers; futther on, mind-body merge ... you blossom.
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