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Anonymous Over the moon i go Cayden C Before ~ a poem written at

[Over the moon i go]

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Under the moon I stroll, Taking it all in, Wondering where this beauty started to exist.

Past the moon I ride, Looking at it as I glide right by, Wondering when this long ride will end.

Next to the moon I soar, Taking in its beauty I adore, Wondering how big it could possibly be.

On the moon I fly, Way up past the sky Wondering how far down my home is.

Over the moon I go, Taking in everything below, Realizing I’m falling.

Back down I fall, Back into the sky, Breathing in the beauty.

Under the moon I stroll, Wondering how did the beauty begin, But I’m satisfied just taking it in.

[Before ~ a poem written at midnight]

You lay back onto the grass of your front lawn And look up at the sky The sound of birds The clouds in all their wonderful, weird shapes The sun shining on your face You smile as you breathe in deeply Only it’s not the scent of freshly cut grass you smell It’s not the scent of spring Of flowers that have just bloomed Or the smell of rain No It smells like despair It smells like trash and sadness Of smoke and gasoline It smells awful Your smile melts away as you remember You reach to your face and take off the goggles and the headset You look around and see No sky No trees No fun cloud shapes No sun You don’t hear the sound of birds chirping Only trash instead of trees Only smog instead of clouds Darkness replaces the sun Instead of the birds, there is the sound of yelling and metal

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