
Green becomes red and then gold
Flattening out to brown
As they fall down
Surrending in flight
To eternal night
And I wonder too
What becomes of us
For if it is true
That we are made of star stuff
Do we just become dust
Or when we disappear taking flight
For distant lands
Become a part of cosmic space
Hidden behind a curtain of eternal grace
Free to come and go
Carried on the whisper of the wind
Or visiting in early morn
Just after dawn
In the shape of a bird
With eyes that look so deeply into
The naked soul of loved ones
Grieving
Thinking those of us who remain
Mistakenly lost
In the land of reality?
Wow, this is stunning! ❤ ❤
I've been meaning to ask whether we're okay? You're not upset with me perhaps?
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Oh no way Rayne I feel fondly of you even though we’ve never met. I could not be upset you havent done anything wrong or hurtful to me xoxox
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I’m glad then. 🙂
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Me too ❤
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Star stuff lasts forever.
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Beautiful ❤
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