That Planet, made of diamond and iron,
Fell to the trillion microscopic pieces.
And none of the extinct stars lit a fire,
In the galaxy my scared heart freezes.
Now we are drifting separately in space,
There is no help for us in the dead silence.
We must clutch at a matter to find a place;
Some stable coastlines for our new islands.
I can still hear sounds of the passing storm,
Today the cold front brought wind and heavy rain,
I hope the next days will be good and stay warm.
I promise - it will never happen again.
Through the planetary nebula I can see
On the horizon a new unrevealed land.
Perhaps the new firmament is good for me,
Some day I may explain it and understand.
Today that solid matter changed into dust.
I thought the Planet should suspend foever
In the air - the safe home where I could trust.
But the stable place was too weak to weather.
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