I sit on the ground
Looking at your lovely stare.
I know as you look down
I can almost touch you there.
But I will reach
and climb your tree,
to taste my peach
that called to me.
And so I crawl
Up towards the moon,
And risk the fall
To taste you soon.
The climb was a feet,
Higher than it ever seemed.
But the taste was sweet,
better than I ever dreamed.
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