Slipping on my running shoes, I run;
Through the place I learned to walk I run;
By the gates I learned to speak I run;
Past the place she held my hand, I run:
Torn and tattered, by the waning strength of my limbs, I run;
Zipping through the memory lanes, with zest I run;
Bruised and battered, by the will of my soul I run;
Knowing not - To or From, I run.
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Beautiful!!!
this is a lovely poem….
lovely, it is worth it after all
excellent!!! …
May you reach a destination… from where you get the strength to travel back to the milestones you have left past… and a new and beautiful lands waiting to be discovered….