I can see the stars from afar.
I used to wonder what they are.
A ball of light,
shining so bright at night.
And as I grow,
many stars started to glow.
But it was all just an illusion,
the light we’re seeing comes from a beautiful explosion.
Those lights are from dead stars in the past.
But because they’re so beautiful in infinity they last.
The beauty within its chaos
are scattered throughout the cosmos.
I can see the stars from afar,
and how beautifully chaotic they are.
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
I can see the stars from afar.
I used to wonder what they are.
A ball of light,
shining so bright at night.
And as I grow,
many stars started to glow.
But it was all just an illusion,
the light we’re seeing comes from a beautiful explosion.
Those lights are from dead stars in the past.
But because they’re so beautiful in infinity they last.
The beauty within its chaos
are scattered throughout the cosmos.
I can see the stars from afar,
and how beautifully chaotic they are.
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