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Running


Not knowing where, or to whom Are my feet placing me so Not knowing the purpose, or for what outcome Are my legs moving me so The directions I will change, and choose to go Are things that only my hips will know The hidden power to supply me Comes from the core within Protecting me from the pain of sorrow My chest does when it expands Always reaching not knowing what to grasp Are my arms that continues to extend They ask me where I am to go But my mouth can’t say when “Well, try again!” they say But my nose can’t pick up a scent “Where do you think?” they ask Sadly I cannot foresee when But my heart and soul told me they know And to keep running and rely on faith until then
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MVP-Most Valuable Poet
amazing how you connect body parts to something with significant importance i like how you tie it all together great job

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