Monday, October 4, 2010

October Running.......

the sand sinks as  my feet make the rhythmic daily cycle that is my run.
my lungs breathe the cool air and exhale yesterdays sorrows.
the sun slowly rises and warms my crown.
hypnotic waves are the only sounds that fill my antenna.
wind and  spray awakens the senses from yesterdays toil.
a new day begins, and I arise like the sun with every cresting wave....
                                           -Gorio Testa

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