Inhale.
Feet fall softly on the ground.
Exhale.
Bare feet hardly make a sound.
Breathe in,
Flying so fast.
Breathe out.
When running, I can make it last.
(Fall 2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Layout with the juxtaposition. Works. best care SusxGLx