Dying Star
The day is fading fast.The tired skies rub its heavy eyes.
The solar blast will rest at last,
In view of twilight hue.
Seeking a falling star in the cosmos far.
I do not wish upon its fate what destiny will it create?
Dark silhouettes an other luminous matter, the nebula has scattered.
Just a piece of the distant world circling sun from now till time is done
Are we alone, or do others struggle to atone?
I have many places I could be, yet, I gaze within the wonder of the open sky.
In deep galaxies, afar supernova is held in the heart of the dying star.
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