POEM STARTER

Don’t let yourself float away to the moon, or you’ll miss the flowers under your feet that bloom.

Write a poem which incorporates this line.

Skied

Poetry

Drama

The stars,

They wither.

Like petals,

Strewn to earth.

The moon,

It stains.

Like,

Bleeding paint.

The night,

It suffocates.

Like dead air,

In my lungs.

…

Close enough…

…

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