the sky is white

the mountains are visible

the city sky is illuminated

(already) by the neon, the halogen

but, the brightest is the moon that is full

she shine silently, softly, alone 

the runner looks at it just like a passerby 

the seekers look at it and leave a pensive breath

the moon smile on them and calm them with its beauty

the runner will never feel the serenity

the runners will never get how does it feel

Daily Prompt: Record