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Mars

BY SHERRY T.

Flying over the world of yours,
I am now gone, but I never wanted to.
And I see the stars from above,
I wonder why?
They clash onto the Earth as if it doesn’t hurt,
They clash onto the Earth as if they won’t break or burn.
 
And I see the moon from above,
Orbiting the Earth and reflecting the light,
Making them think that moons actually shine,
And ignoring those who burn for the light.
 
And I see the sun from above,
I wonder why?
It burns itself just for others,
If it burns down everyone would blame it on it.
And for others,
It’s untouchable,
It stands alone.
 
And I look forward,
I’m almost there,
And I land of Mars,
Where there won’t be moons hurting the stars,
Where I could shine on my own,
On Mars.

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