Moonrise by A. Klesath

                               

I saw the moon smile and I felt small.

In the world’s infinite madness, I felt minuscule.

I embraced the wind and I felt large, larger than a field of roses,

more beautiful than the sun setting on a garden of rainbows.

I cannot change the world– so I feel most like screaming.

In my desperate plea, I feel most like dying.

I cannot breathe in the beauty of the roses, so I feel most like running.

I wish to run through a field of thorns and come out unscathed

I wish to change the world!

In it’s incessantly insane way of making one feel silent.

I am only one, yet I am full of millions.

So, when I am standing on my field of roses,

smile because I am only a reflection of you.

 

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