Look at your wrist—see rivers run blue.
A story inked where stars once grew.
Their silent ashes now subdued.
Particles of stardust—softly remain,
Still running, deep in your veins.
Your veins hold secrets—maps unseen,
Where gentle giants once dreamed.
The stardust in your blood,
Leaves a trace—a supernova’s burning grace.
It leaves a memory, so soft and sweet.
A memory, now yours to keep.
Perhaps, you are the breath of stars that soar,
A spark that rises, forevermore.