Through, further through, the chafe of running
is being out there among sun and stone.
Feet float, flow, fizz.
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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