I come from the dust,
once a part of a star,
A spark in the infinite,
a whisper from afar.
Each little piece,
scattered, set free,
Aiding the birth
of what’s yet to be.
From the fire of the cosmos,
to the earth's gentle fold,
I carry the stories
the universe told.
Now, as I breathe,
as I dream, as I grow,
I weave the great tapestry
in the threads that I sew.
A fragment of stardust,
yet whole in my place,
I am both the fleeting
and eternal embrace.
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 2:14 AM UTC
I come from the dust,
once a part of a star,
A spark in the infinite,
a whisper from afar.
Each little piece,
scattered, set free,
Aiding the birth
of what’s yet to be.
From the fire of the cosmos,
to the earth's gentle fold,
I carry the stories
the universe told.
Now, as I breathe,
as I dream, as I grow,
I weave the great tapestry
in the threads that I sew.
A fragment of stardust,
yet whole in my place,
I am both the fleeting
and eternal embrace.