

The Rising SunHow I love the mornings,The Rising Sun
The tranquil piece of time that is forgotten by many. I remember.
But you, You have never known.
You will never know.
The rising sun burns into my eyes, The rising sun is forgiving.
It has always loved me, Yet it brings me to tears.
The cool air wraps its loving arms around my bare skin, Forgiving all I have done to myself. The wet, dewey grass tickles my back,
Relaxing my strained face.
I'm tired of this world. I never seem to get back up.
I am tired of the rising sun.
I begin to t


The MileIt was the final stretch of the mile.The Mile
My shoes slapped the concrete, while warm cheers filled my ears,
But all I could hear was the sweet sound of victory.
My breathing got harder in my last efforts, arms flailing in the air.
I finished. The cheers became chaotic as I slowed to a walking pace.
I smile, gasping like a fish out of water.
Gulping my water down, I went to go check my milestone.
10:30, Dead Last....
I smile, fist raised into the air.
Like I said, I AM a maverick at sports.
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Don't open the old man.
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