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It stands in the sky, Like a magnet to every eye; Uplifted and surprised, It flies, like a rock-pocked pie. A stud; the big 'O'. The one with gravity ground zero And yet a hero For those romantic nights. Or for the star-gazers, Asking for something to amaze us, For something to wish upon Or a medium to talk to someone long gone. The moon, it's always there, Although it's not always clear; It remains existent and appears Above us: it listens, watches, and hears. The hole in the kitchen sink, The wink of a half-closed blink. Let us take time to think Of the Earth's missing link. The moon, or a face, or an eye? One will never appreciate it until we try. If someone tells you it's just a rock, they lie. It's the step and the leap for mankind. Originally written in 2014, age 18
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AuthorSamantha is a doctoral researcher researching the power of figurative language in advertising, social media, and mobile technology. Copyright © 2022
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