Jazimine Eckmann-Allred

4/10/07 USA
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I feel nothing

But everything

Stuck in a cloud

Of crowded isolation

So I run

With the wind

Gliding its cool fingers through my hair

And the ground holds me up

And follows

Foot by foot

Mile by mile

The flowers

Smile up at me

From the soft ground, they lay in

Bright colours of bliss

Intricate life

So delicately constructed


But resilient

The clouds

Float freely above me

White and wispy

Objects of freedom

And peace

My heartbeat quickens

As I realize

I've gone too far

To fast

So I slow to a walk

And rest...
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