Jun 8
What if I pulled a rope
from the moon’s quiet rear,
hung a wooden seat—
and swung through the dark
like it was mine to hold?
as if the cosmos— had kept
a seat for me.
from the moon’s quiet rear,
hung a wooden seat—
and swung through the dark
like it was mine to hold?
as if the cosmos— had kept
a seat for me.
♡
(25/F/Pakistan)
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