If I could I'd ride upon the moons Blowing kisses to the stars And holding on for dear life And really meaning "dear life" Jets streak by The navy blue sky and soft swift clouds Breeze through my soul And the the east the sun would rise And warm my shoulders I'd land in the forest among flowers and greens Walk merrily home and fall asleep happy
Reason for writing:
I've become obsessed with the moon and stars. Last night there were jets that left a white streak right over the moon and it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!
Birth sign: Libra
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