Once a sparkling star,
Was in my bedroom... not so far.
It was bright like my night lamp.
It looked like a light damp.
It gleamed in the dark,
Like a firework's spark.
In my dreams, it took me to outer space,
And on how to make a rocket, it taught me so many ways!
Honestly, in my bedroom, there weren't any stars,
But if you really think, there are.
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This poem, in my opinion, that little me wrote is trying to symbolise the fact that reality is what we believe in. Then, perhaps, what we believe in can also become reality.
Have you ever dreamed of visiting outer space? Would you like to go on a rocket?
My age when writing this - 9
The year this was written - 2018
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