your footsteps hitting the ground
one after another moving swiftly forward
again and again,
you go for a run around the block
it's peaceful,
Your steps are rhythmic,
Your friend next to you,
their footsteps fall in with yours
the sound becomes routine.
The neighborhood, a welcoming place
a warm place, a safe place.
The early morning dew, still on the grass,
people trim their lawns,
And fill the air with the calming smell of fresh cut grass,
creates a perfect scene, a perfect place to be.
This is so old! Do you have any more recent writing? Also, a small thing, but isn't the formatting messed up here? It seems like it isn't left justified.
ReplyDeleteThis is a light piece, and I'd love to read something with more meat in it from you.
I really liked it, how you could picture it and everything. I think that at some parts you could have added a little more or something, but it was good.
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