Treasure Island

Vera Sidhwa


I Ran


I ran as fast I could,
They wondered why I would.
I was running in my mind,
To see what clue I could find.

I ran under skies white and blue,
I ran at the edges of the ocean blue.
It seemed a wonderful thing to do,
So I ran as fast as I could.

Once a reason to stop,
Came my way,
So I fast as I could,
Ran away.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013
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  • Thomas A Robinson (8/21/2013 3:46:00 PM)

    You are either running to something
    or running away from something
    or just running in place for no reason at all
    I used to be a runner and remember vaguely the joy of
    a runners high and ran and ran and ran but never in my mind. (Report) Reply

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