Sometimes my thoughts are loud,
Almost like thunder.
Sometimes I wonder,
if the moon can hear them,
when it’s late at night,
And the wind doesn’t sing,
The sun cannot bring-
it’s blazing, vivid light,
To cover the moon’s gentle night.
The stars can agree,
they know what’s meant to be.
Is it truly meant to be, if we can’t see?
Or so the sun says.
Reflected back at me,
I see myself through the sea.
My traits written in the stars,
I think back to the planet far from mars.
Where dreams weave themselves into reality.
Here are some of my ideas for challenges for next year!
1.) Write about life on another planet in poetry or prose.
2.) In poetical or lyrical format, write about climate change/rising problems such as that.
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