Perspective Jon Hillenbrand, May 27, 2010December 30, 2015 This is a poem I wrote about how inspired to write I feel whenever I’m out running at night. Usually I think of a lot of things to write, but then I start to forget everything as fatigue sets in. Quick, run inside The words will hide Cuz’ words don’t fear Tip of the spear The dream’s not real Dreamers don’t feel So run tonight And see the flight Of angels high Above the sky Calm wings do glide And match my stride Look down with hope Look down and gloat See days like sand It’s in my hand Tread through the worst Clouds black and burst Run Spartan skin Wind chills my sin Look down and pray Run for today Thoughts with me dwell Sand fills my well Run with their weight Concentrate Poetry angelsforgettingnightphotographyPoetryrunning
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