506 – Shadows

Rustling leaves
Under swift feet,
The smell of rain
Floats in the air.

Forks and turns
At every step,
Soft breeze plays
Among the trees.

Deep breaths
And steady steps,
The quiet bliss
Of running free.

Subtle smile,
Stubborn look,
The childish joy
Of a crazy old fox.

No good or bad,
No right or wrong.
Just keep going,
Never stop.

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