Comet

I held you gently when you were most fragile. You solid cloud. Borrowing your calcium shell from The turtle who flew. Sitting among the twigs and Thorns you made your throne. I held you gently when you were awakened. You precocial chick. Watching your pinions grow Into deadly nibs. Seeing you filled with Self-defined joie de vivre. I held you gently when you were set to be free. You helium ball. Soaring to your motherland where You are meant to be. Looking at all the faces and These radiant faces reciprocate you. I held you gently when you were shot. You bloodied phoenix. Burning peacefully with all the might You could possibly muster. Embracing your demise with Nothing more than an expectant smile. I held you gently when I was most fragile. Yet I know your short life had been worthwhile.

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