I'm not able to catch it
But I can see it...
In the sky, where the stars live
In the night, when you're not here
When it explodes...
The light competes with the moon
The sound competes with the mouth
And I compete with my longing
The cloud hides behind the wind
The sound of crickets shrinked
And I'm only waiting for the coming
Till I'm not alone in the crowded
- Poem by Nica
(September 1, 2020)
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