Running
"The air whistled through my hair..."
By Sky-Marie ForquerPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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The air whistled through my hair
I have no destination
Nowhere to go
I am just a running cheetah fleeing for a place to be loved
I suddenly felt like I was flying
I knew I wasn't loved anymore but the air was my mother
Wrapping me in her warm embrace
The ground was my father
Keeping me up in times of trouble
My feet were my brother
Helping me to keep going
I knew I could find a home
A place to live and be happy
I will follow fate and keep going on
I will keep running till that home comes
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