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Dying Star

The day is fading fast.
The tired skies rub its heavy eyes.
The solar blast will rest at last, in view of twilights hue.
Seeking a falling star in the cosmos far.
I do not wish upon its fate, what destiny will it create?
Dark silhouettes and other luminous matter the nebula has scattered.
Just a piece of the distant world-circling from now till the time is done.
Are we alone, 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, the supernova is held in the heart of a dying star.

Allseasonsverse 04/20/2019
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Dying Star