Soon enough,
The air will become frigid,
As the blue sky fades to black.
Like the trees,
We will be stripped free.
Then we will be naked of our human skin.
Only the moon will see us for who we truly are.
Walking,
Living,
Breathing,
Stardust.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 4:31 AM UTC
Soon enough,
The air will become frigid,
As the blue sky fades to black.
Like the trees,
We will be stripped free.
Then we will be naked of our human skin.
Only the moon will see us for who we truly are.
Walking,
Living,
Breathing,
Stardust.
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