My Star. Poem by D.A. Woods

My Star.

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Twinkle, twinkle dying littles stars,
is this the end of your journey so far?
Your life ends with a sonic boom,
disappearing within a vacuum.
Our time is running out before we begin,
bright white light glows within.
Born, breathe, live and die human pulsars,
twinkle twinkle dying little stars.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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