Little Catchy Poems to Read

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As a child, my obsession with space was great.
I dreamed long nights of sitting on Saturn's rings and watching rain in outer space.
I didn't know it rained in outer space, it was the most prettiest thing I had ever seen.
That's probably why I only seen it once.

I learned that even the best and most beautiful things go away at some point.
Some things are too beautiful to look away from or ignore.
Seeing rain in outer space was like a new feeling for my mind and I.

I didn't care about it being acid or how I wasn't floating in the dream.
The sight made me forget of all that.
I wish other people could see.

I was mad that I couldn't see the rings of Saturn or watch rain in space again.
There was something about space that made me think of life itself.
What is it?

I couldn't focus on anything anymore.
It was as if my dream was a curse.
I questioned its meaning over and over.
Does anybody else have a space dream of there's?

To keep the memories forever, I drew what I saw.
I didn't want to forget my special dream.
But then, after 3 days of drawing it, I said no.

I don't need to worry about saving the memories because I'm not forgetting.

I will always remember it.

(Go back and read the last word in every stanza.)