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I hang my swing upon a star

Tie it tightly, so I shall not fall

Move my legs, back and forth

Gaining height, though I am small

Feel the winds across my face

As my body begins to swoon

The atmosphere captures me

I’m getting closer to the moon

Behind me hides the setting sun

Casting shadows across the Earth

As I look down upon my home

I wonder, “What’s it all worth?”

Maybe I’ll stay up here awhile

In the heavens, there’s nothing I lack

Perhaps one day, I will return to say

I’ve been to the moon and back


March 2020 Writing Prompts – To the moon and back

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