Wind
i can't possibly talk about the sun
when i'm still in the shadow of the clouds
who eclipse it
i'm waiting for the wind
to push them aside
but i'll wait forever
unless i become the invisible force
that grants myself my own right
to move the future out of the shadow of the past
Copyright © Brooklyn Cruz | Year Posted 2019
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