Citius

No doubt, it has been a while,
Since I saw her, last time around.
I remember how I would smile,
As I would go running down
Jumping across cemented stairs
To meet her in the evenings
Brushing aside curious stares,
And all parental misgivings.

Now I wonder if we meet again,
Will there be the old passion?
That rush of blood, the searing pain,
The burning, throbbing sensation?
As the curves I would be hugging,
Wind blowing across my face,
Flying hair, limbs swinging,
To breast the tape and win the race.

Daneel Olivaw


(This is about my first love- running and the stadium I
used to practice at)

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