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Reaching For The Sky
I stare at the sky,
Holding the hand of my dad,
Watching our rocket fly up, up up,
Into the open blueness.
It soars, free as a bird,
Powerful as a jet.
It reaches for the stars,
Transforming into a tiny black speck, -
Life Upon Lines
A pencil traces across a sheet of paper,
Creating lines, and curves,
Zigzags, and swirls.
Soon the lines will connect,
Forming images,
Sketches, and words.
Within these lines,
People,
Creatures, poetry, -
The Wind Blows
The wind blows,
Swaying the trees,
Making them speak,
And rustle.
The green leaves twirl,
And dance, along the branches,
Which seem to hum,
As the air rushes by.
They swing, and sway,
As if they are thinking, -
Golden optimism
The golden sun rises above the mountains,
Creating glimmers across the water
That look like smaller, brighter suns.
They dance and sparkle
Against the lake.
They jump and leap,
Creating a spectacle,
Beyond reality. -
Golden Sunshine
Warmth tingles my cheeks,
Like hot, golden sand is brushing across them,
Or as if tiny needles gently poke my skin.
The gentle heat relaxes me,
Like hot cocoa on a cold day.
It feels as if I’m being smothered by light, -
Bound With Possibilities
I look up at a night sky bound with possibilities,
Maybe life, maybe plants.
Perhaps a sea, filled with grass and flowers,
Or a mountain range, made entirely from water.
Could it be a planet just like our own,
Loves
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I Fell for a Star
In the dark of the night when the winds start to call
and the leaves in the trees shake and tremble and fall
there is something that moves like a shadowing thrall
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Blue Sky Drowning
There is // no tomorrow // blue sky drowning and leftover questions // through the snow, an end is distinguished // where so many divert their paths, paving into the ground // ice is all that’s left, this is how the cliff is found // if
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