When I Run
The golden fingers fondle my skin,
Jading yet dulcet warmth spreading in.
My legs and arms hold a common link,
Moving with the blistering pace and thorough sync.
The tepid wind whistles and greets my face,
Gushing past me the moment I increase my pace.
Decorated is my forehead with ticklish shining beads,
But reminding me of the more in number and success it leads.
Pounding of my heart echo's aloud in my ears,
Taking in heavy breaths as if fighting the deadliest fears.
The sensation felt is strong and appealing,
When the fire within me ignites with the feeling.
Leaving behind every rue I try to heal,
Moving towards the new is what I feel.
Chin held up and holding determination in eyes,
I swift towards finishing line cos that's where my desire lies.
The feel of goosebumps is an ecstatic fun,
And that's the way I feel 'When I Run'.
When your legs can't run anymore, run with your heart.
As said by an Olympic gold medalist from Czech Republic, Long Distance Running - 'Emil Zatopek' : "An athlete cannot run with money is his pockets. He must run with hope in his heart and dreams in his head."
Same applies for all the running lovers.
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© 2017 Nishika Chhabra