My hand up high,
I decided to reach for the stars,
As impossible as it may sound,
I was certain I could.
I often wondered,
Why didn't people reach for the moon?
Why just the stars?
It didn't seem fair at first.
Soon, I discovered the stars were bigger,
But much further away from earth than the moon,
Just like your dreams,
The bigger,
The wider the distance is from you,
Now,
I'll reach for the moon first,
Then I'll go for the stars later,
Why?
Big dreams, but start small,
Then the impossible will prove possible.
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Flying Umbrella
PoetryPoetry book of an umbrella, who had her own way of life. × × × I write on the pictures in every page, I'll just keep adding anytime I can, but I'll love you to check it out! Comment and VOTE!!❤️ Happy Reading 🌺🌺
