Is it really that good?
For us to reach the stretching sky?
With the boost of a rocket,
To shoot us out of Earth's sky.
One day at a time,
To create that rocket,
To give us a boost.
To reach our mourning dark sky late at midnight.
Perhaps it's all a dream
When the scientists wake up
From an endless dream we've all wished under a great bright star.
A star that wished to be our sun and reach our sky.
What do we search for?
A plain new sky to look at?
A new version of our sweet homeland?
Or perhaps more answers,
A key to it all.
We want the knowledge,
To know it all.
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Poems
诗歌"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
