Galactic Dance. Poem by Hannah York
Galactic Dance.
Fly me to the moon and back
I wish to play with shooting stars
I love to see the sun arise
Freely float and play round mars
Comets swoop past flaxen braids
Stardust slips through outstretched fingers
Like soft celestial sands
I'll drift to sleep on soft moon rays
Eyelids close midst twilight
Breathing stills in dusks repose
Cognition ceased at dead of night.
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