Space - By Olly Poem by Olly And Molly T

Space - By Olly



A comet flies.
streaked blues point away
From dying stars.
Their bony fingers
like arrowheads in the night sky
towards new futures.
speckled lights
shine for what's to come.
A new planet will arise
as others fall into the dark.
Directions uncountable
Infinite possibilities.
but no escape
from the inevitable.

Thursday, October 24, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: planet,death
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