The explosion of a star,
Happens so far-
away, you’ll never see it.
Though, in the death,
The colors are like a breath-
Of release in a lifetime.
In its powerful wake,
A black hole may be seen.
Though, it's not green,
As not even light-
Can escape this fog of night.
Though a supernova is rare-
The stars shine bright without a care.
For every word I can’t say,
I try to write it down,
but at the end of the day,
I know I’ll never find the words.
They jumble together,
like the sunset’s melting colors.
For every excuse I make,
Searching for something more,
The days pass me by,
like the wind on the shore.
I look to the stars for answers,
Hoping to see my future,
In their crystal like light.
As the darkness of night,
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