Weeds

Amid weeds in savannah
our feet meet in same direction walking side by side
with laughter, sweat, and heavy breath
this journey we take is to reach the top
where on clouds we stand and cold wind hits our face
as rising sun far in horizon will warm us
and in the mist that slowly moving
our conversation is in sync
talking about anything
joking about life
count 1, 2, 3 as we’re ready to run fast
count 1, 2, 3 as we laugh hard
count 1, 2, 3 as now the weeds are behind us

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