She can't feel her legs
, , anymore, ,
She knows they're moving
as fast as they can
...
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Oh dear, not the run defined her but the Will! the power to go on, even without a reason, she is a lovely person, strong, she'll win all battles with others or herself, she is a champions material made of! 10
I'm pushing back, while fighting not, won't give in, she's here, within, and she'll be back to who she was........count on it! 10.
This is good, bueno, bien, no matter what langauge you speak :)
another great poem. i like how she has lost track of everything she has no destination.
She is at rest after her pace of life declared..its meaning. And by an authorized design her place in life dared. She did it her way. And thank God for that. Now a place in the sun to pray is hers to run out the rest of her graceful night and day.