The grassy field of dewy flowers reflected our glorious past,
how we'd fearlessly walked so many moonlit paths
The fierce sun reflected our eternal present,
how we can feel it on our luminescent skin
The pearly sky reflected our foreseeable future,
and its endless adventure
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The Sky Doesn't Pressure Me
Poetry"My life was filled with expectations Added from the other generations The Stars, The Moon, The Sky, it didn't mind They are here for me at all times" -WON SECOND PLACE IN THE BIG DIPPER AWARDS- -4/19/21- #13 in poetry collection out of 7.6k stori...
