The wind surrounds us,
we race for our goal.
It is not far.
Our hair streaming behind us,
like the ribbons we shall recieve.
It is not hard.
Coat gleaming like fire,
lighting the country side.
It is not far.
Eyes flash with steely determination.
The stride slackens.
It is not far.
We ran our race,
him and I.
It was never far.
Originally Posted On Site: 2011-10-23 19:06:12
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