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, aloneÂ
the runner looks at it just like a passerbyÂ
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
Leave a comment