Every night before bed, “Don’t
cry for the moon!” mother would say
Her little girls face sours
like star fruit
A moon away
who would race to the window;
Like a jackrabbit
To see the night sky
Who always looked up at the stars
no lie!
With eyes as big as saucers
Filled with wonderment of galaxies
One night,
when it's morning
but still dark out,
star hour to be
precise!
Once in a blue moon,
the moon prince, would
THROW down,
the longest star ladder
Bravely
she climbed
namely
to the moon
Hanging on the moment like stars
She only dreamed of,
Riding on
the tail of a shooting star
The two danced in circles
on the moon
As they loudly shout
Happily the two moon about
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Saroyan Coles
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