The Moon Celebrates

Moon chuckles, “It’s not a rocket, it’s a plane.”
They are not invaders, just admirers from afar
I choose what to reveal, what to conceal
The plane cuts through clouds, and greets the moon

They are not invaders, just admirers from afar
No machines to be parked, no flags hoisted
The plane cuts through clouds, and greets the moon
Don’t worry, dear friend, no one’s getting ousted

No machines to be parked, no flags hoisted
Moon chuckles, “It’s not a rocket, it’s a plane.”
Don’t worry, dear friend, no one’s getting ousted
I choose what to reveal, what to conceal


What Do You See #291

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