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I Have Ran With The Wind

I can now lay my weary soul to rest
Hear the thunder of my feet as my tears in remembrance, eyes have silently wept
I was one with the wind my trail of glory in every breath living my passion with a smile
My sweat, my thrive in every accumulating mile
I soared in freedom as my heart and mind to Mother Earth I once beautifully commend
My blood spillage unto gun fire, tears unto those left behind, whereas, my absence I can never blend into humanity again
At peace in the cradle of God’s plan, the will to choose thy path given to every man
I go now, justice for my bereavement has been done
Know that my Kingdom as I look down has come
Close your eyes, and feel my soft breeze as I pass you when you walk into the warmth of the sun

In dedication to Ahmaud Arbery

Mini-Heart Marathon prior to Half Marathon March 2019
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Author's Note
The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.

Lois McMaster Bujold
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