Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Journeying

Drums beat!
I'm running,
You beside me.
I strain to breathe.
You are still cool;
Contained.
Not lost,
I'm losing it.
I hate the tunnel.
Then we're out,
As always, into trees.
The dark sky's above.
Somewhere ahead,
Another dawn!
We keep running.

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