As I lay on my sleigh on my way into another day it is ok to weigh so heavy. I still move ready and steady with the weight from all that spaghetti. The sky rains confetti with the Colors of all that smile seeds that bloom in the clouds bedroom of rest.The seas filled from drops of all ways shimmering like the reflection of thought.
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I like this poem
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aim for the moon, reach for the stars
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I didn’t mean to leave any comment including this one.
Nice poem! It’s very good.
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