Morning RunsA Poem by Anne LyonsAdventures along the gulf coast.I ran in the early hours before the world awakened. I needed to escape alone, just for awhile. I could hear nothing and no one. Just the sound of my lungs grasping for sweet air. I ran for miles to an unknown destination that would eventually lead me home. It felt good. © 2014 Anne Lyons |
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