When You Are Appreciated

you are alone
under a moon
and the wind keeps
passing by
not minding

blue moon
you talk to the moon
you sing the blue moon
but the moon does not listen

then you hear a whisper
from the farthest star
the tiniest star there is

the whisper so faint like its glitter
hinting that you may be sad but you're so beautiful

just that just that
then you feel that she's beside you

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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