Sunday, December 21, 2025

The Runs

The runs past flagposts one after another,
Uphill sometimes, flat grass beds at others
The spring at the feet, greased with love, Through flashes of Art and the beauty that fuels it.
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  1. praveenDecember 26, 2025 at 9:08 AM

    More than a run, this reads like forward motion through life—ups and flats embraced with grace, carried by love and inspired by art.

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