There's something within the night
that brings me
to life.
Cold air caresses my skin
and carries me forward
as I run,
the sound of my feet
as silent as the dark
and empty roads.
The rest of the world
is asleep,
whilst I am
chasing the sunrise.
Stars shine down
on me,
lighting up
the way.
I will forever
live to the fullest,
as long as I breathe
and die.
letting everything run its course
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PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)
