run run run run run run
lungs pumping
--------- oxygen -----------
the sound of my soles on the ground
soft needle-covered ground
it is still cool outside
sun rays slanted sideways
painting golden patterns
run run run run run run
my mind emptying itself
getting back into shape
greeting the foxes the deer
and all the feathered ones
it has been a long winter
of heart-ache, loss and darkness
getting back into shape
run run run run run run
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