Moonbeam
Through the field I run,
A moonbeam in my hand,
A fire in my heart,
An echo in the land.
All of everything,
And nothing combined,
On a pinnacle,
Between space and time.
Stopping, thinking,
Choosing to be,
Running with a moonbeam,
Through the land.
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