Top The Moon
a walk amid the freeing sun
evoked in me the want to run;
an eternal flee from worry,
but despite my greed, no hurry.
i was there; my mind is rich.
all i need is for a switch
to remain and top the moon.
when will that be? really soon.
©LukaKorba
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With love,
Luka.