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Feb 2015
He was the wandering gas giant
Floating around,
"Space the final play ground"
He would swim in the oceans
Of blackness,
His aura changing to the mood
He was
Feeling,
Thinking,
Thoughts,
Of gas never stay long, they
Are but vapours, thoughts,
Then lost in the galactic winds
A memory departed in vacant spaces.
He would
Hop,
Skip,
Jump,
Over asteroid belts, carefully
So not to stub his gaseous toe,
The micro meteor showers,
Tickled as they flew through
He was told not to play near
"The burning ball"
"The lights in the sky"
Its colours were hypnotic
He was to close,
And with but a flash
"In a moment"
He was once a gas giant
But he got too close,
A momentary flash of luminous colours
Filled the darkness like a rainbow of flame,
Then there was but the flaming star,
"Gas giant was no more"
He was but a wisp,
A cloud of breath blown far from the flame
"He had learnt a lesson"
He had gone too near to the star,
Now he was the little cloud wondering
"Never fear he will grow once again"
But a lesson learnt,
"Listen to parents"
Flame is enticing, but is a consumer
Of all far and near,
The giant learnt the hard way,
And paid a price very dear,
He was once a gas giant, now just a little one
Wandering the darkness he will heal,
But never to be the giant he was before.
Poetic T
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