cristobal obregon silvertop
Traveling Through Space Meeting New Stars - Poem by cristobal obregon silvertop
This particular star, was well suited to me on this day, its colour was the most beautiful emerald green, and i turned into gold, it made me so happy i danced, the god knew exactly what i wanted and he soon made me rich, immortal and adored for my shine and it first gave peace to the soul, and then it enraptured his senses i was transported to the even greener center where a seated horned god, , bestowed blessings.I was put in the corner of the palace, I had to turn into wind to escape, and fast as light i escaped and visited a red star, i liked it so much i revolve round it on and on.Like bees around honey.
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