I know Iām one in a million,
as an ant on a hill.
When I gazed upon your ravishing visage,
I couldnāt help but crawl along the bed of your picturesque petals.
The moment couldnāt last long enough,
then the other worker ants called me back to reality.
Endlessly, I replay the way it all felt,
your silenceā¦
made the intense drum of my heart radiate and reverberate all the mightier.
One day,
I aim to go back and embrace the world of your perfection.
Forgive me,
as I make a mountain out of an ant hill,
in the powerhouse of my churning, antsy mind.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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