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12 Miles

by randy-psomas-wiafe

The first six miles I run, are ran when the sun raises. Its ran for selfish reasons. I clear my thoughts, then rearrange them for the day. Listen to my music, For my legs move in motion with the beat, and not be drawn by the pain sent from my brain. Its to awaken me from my long slumber. Its ran for me to be free. The freedom to not care what others think and the freedom to make my own path. Now the last six miles I run, are ran when the sun sets. This is ran so I can see the beauty of nature. No music is brought with. Mind is cleared of everything. My legs move to the music of nature. My mind listens to the song the trees sing. What songs? One may ask. The song of love, as a couple sits beneath a tree. The song of peace, as the leaves sway in the wind. The song of power, as the mighty presence of the tree. Listen close enough you'll hear and see the songs. Both six miles are ran away from the sun, to insure I never get lost.
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Written by
randy-psomas-wiafe
34 / M / Ghanaian
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Written by
randy-psomas-wiafe
34 / M / Ghanaian
Published
Jan 23, 2010
Time
2m
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copyright Randy Wiafe 2010

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