Running, Run

by on July 23, 2008 :: 0 comments

Along a long empty street
He is running, long alone
Like a young spotted panther
Driving to broad daylight
All those hiding or squatting
In the heart of the night

Before his shadowy words
He keeps running, running fast
As if chasing some cagey creature
Until his panting becomes ranting
Gradually stirs a blast of wind
Motivating some lookers-on forward

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