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The Youngest Astronaut

Poetry By: Fredrik Krihlov

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to travel far beyond our atmosphere? To experience a world where no words could be uttered? No boundaries to be made?

Submitted:Mar 23, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I Bid This Home Farewell,
But I'm Not Gone,
Today is day one,
of my mystical adventure,
To see beyond, Beyond myself,
To the Moon!
Wither Water Wither Well,
As thoughts of your purity,
will dwell,
in my reminscing mind,
While I visit uncharted lands,
To Neptune!
But there's a stronger thirst,
The Thirst of Adventure,
the heat of thrill, quenches,
into a dryest state,
To Venus!
Will I meet a friend?
or Foe?
that won't answer itself
until I can feel the ground
at the tip of my toe,
To Mars!
To experience radiance,
of ages not seen,
see a million playful beams of fire,
jump and play on the surface,
filling up molten rivers,
that could bring a cold and quick peril,
To the Sun!
Flying, flying,
to see the decadence, of this,
My Universe,
To the Milky Way!
To Infinity,
and beyond!


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