Serene breeze traipses across my cheeks.
Thunderous sound pounds my heart awake
As burning ache envelopes my calves in embrace.
Lungs fill with icy wind that serenades
Because my throat is too dry to sing or play.
The drumming of my feet on pavement
Lull me in ways that bring clarity to haze
And so I run on the best and worst of my days.
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Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
