On a tightrope to the moon


The ripples of her laughter
fell in waves upon
the moon
as she swirled
and twirled
and tiptoed
the nebulous dim lit path
to where her dreams were…

She had to walk
on a tight rope,
it was the first time
she fell off twice,
yet held on
to stray strands
of hope…

Upside down
Inside out
It twisted
She twirled….

And slowly
like the moon
she rose…
walked with ease,
and poise
on the stars
to the moon


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