Sometimes I still think
I'm chasing the moon
and that the clouds are just
a touch away.
Maybe I've never grown out
of my child phase -
but I think someday I'll reach them
if I measure the distance properly.
When I hear the rain
pattering against the window pane,
I'm sure someone is weeping
beyond my sight.
Their tears give us life,
though I wish I knew why they cried.
Thunder is rage and frustration
that someone somewhere
can no longer take.
They roar at us
and then throw their spears of
heat down at the ground,
hoping some poor soul will take it all.
I'm still young in what I think,
and maybe it's quite silly.
However, if the world is a reflection
of a divine design,
then why can't I think things
are more than what they might seem?
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To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoetryZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
