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Running running running
Running running
Over the lawn
Past the mailbox
Into the trees
Me you will never see
Into night
Out of the light
You miss me now
But I am gone
Forever freed
Out of your hostility

by Marisa Ortiz

Comments (3)

Nicely encapsulated piece well penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing Marissa.
I like your poem running
A fine start with a nice poem, Marisa. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks