Far Away

Reaching for the sun

I quickly look away

Unable to run

From the day

 

But when I look again

I see the moon

Smiling at my friend

I feel content and swooned

 

In the end, I reached the sun

Ready for anything that is to come

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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