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A Flower, A Moonflower

Once he grew half
in pure and stardust
almost done to bloom in a unique way
big egos
aka vandals
came up to him
stepping on him
mocking him
and laughing at him
more like killing him.

They tried to change him
to make him somebody else
to grow his ego
and be more like them
always so addicted
on something bigger to become.

Then
he started losing his big, soft petals
and turning into thorns
til become strong, miserable one
ready to follow his killers
called friends now
ready to destroy the different
called fun now.

It was pretty late
when he listened for a moment
this night, quiet breeze
quiet for his ego
yet so loud for his soul
when he felt it caressing his thorn
barely noticeable for his ego
yet passionate for his soul
when he saw it cracking the strong wall
he built once ago
it was late, he thought
not enough though.

Even though,
they made him to believe otherwise
he silently searched
and found his real self.
Little did they know
moon shine too
without beign the sun, necessarily
and he was
still is
will be
forever
a flower, a moonflower
shining bright in the dark
when sun is in the back.

Til his last dance in the surface of silent water
til his last touch with the cool, gentle wind
and til his last fall in love with the moonlight
he always be the flower a moon desires and a sun admires.

—His last is a never, because the moon dust will be a forever and he only blooms in it.

—μ.μ