Nov 2014
The snow crunches rhythmically
as I thump the ground.
Over
and over
and over
they pound.
I run the streets in a sharp, cold air,
and oh how I've missed the running sound.
as I thump the ground.
Over
and over
and over
they pound.
I run the streets in a sharp, cold air,
and oh how I've missed the running sound.
