Supernova

A beauty lost in space, almost beyond our starlit skies.
The jets of golden dust and clouds that burn into your eyes.
Our universe is full of darkness, soon there will be light.
In distant space, a tiny spark burns into something bright.
One million years ago, a star let out its dying throes.
The moment’s there, the moment’s gone, the moment no one knows,
In such a moment, life becomes a silent sky of scars.
The nova’s in the twinkle when you look up to the stars.

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About pasameerday

I haven't got a lot of time to keep you interested, so I'll be quick. I'm a writer from the UK, primarily of fantasy and sci-fi short stories, and occasionally of strange, nonsensical poetry. I like cats, the Sims, and pizza, and I go to sleep to the sound of a keyboard. I've been writing for my entire life; to be honest, I don't think I could ever bring myself to stop. I have a feeling I'm losing you, so I'll bring this to an end before you slowly start to back up, hoping I'll stop talking long enough for you to make a quick getaway. Wait... Where are you going? Hey! Wait! ... Stop!!
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