Epitrochasmus

A rhetorical exercise in epitrochasmus, partially inspired by an upcoming trip:

I run swiftly over the fields with joy, light step, coursing wind, throbbing heart, to my love I spritely leap across the plains of gently swaying grass, and pray the moment we, at last, embrace.

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