you and I would hover over the earth
to get the best view
slowly drifting over in a sailboat
without the warmth of the sun
made ourselves a garden on the moon
throwing rocks like meteors
catching them like shooting stars
though I couldn’t get used to this place
a place with no summers
Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 5:15 AM UTC
you and I would hover over the earth
to get the best view
slowly drifting over in a sailboat
without the warmth of the sun
made ourselves a garden on the moon
throwing rocks like meteors
catching them like shooting stars
though I couldn’t get used to this place
a place with no summers
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