My Place
I am a young child,
shouting into the empty sky,
smelling the vanilla of the moon.
Making an echo banging the milkyway
streaks of the dark, empty sky.
Looking down into the ocean of stars.
I have a fearless, lively and bright
imagination. When glaring at the moon,
floating in space with the stars surrounding,
all, all of my sadness vanishes.
I am a young child, waiting to wake
up from this ever so real dream.
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