I remember the first time I saw you on the tracks. You have just finished your lap, and I was just about to start mine for the first time in five years. I remember how the sun was about to set that day. And I remember how I was cautious with every step. You were patient. And kind. And a bit hopeful. I decided to run full speed ahead of you, yet you always seem to catch up to me. I never thought I ever needed a pair of running shoes. And now they're all the pair I ever want. If it means catching up with you.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
