There is no other mystery, than the mystery of oneself, relinquishing all hope to that of guilt.
We’re all dust
cosmic clusters birthed from the sun,
our true mother, life given.
In four billion years she’s going to take it back,
and a dwarf she’ll become; fire,
ravishing our entire planet.
Look, another moon shines in the distance.
Very tight write, nicely done.
Thank you, Vanessa. One day we’ll all be back in space, dust, waiting to be born again.
Lovely, Bradley…and it’s true, we’re all part of the cosmic dust.. 🙂
Thank you, Louise! Indeed, we’re all stardust. Isn’t it fascinating that the dust in your left hand is different from the dust in your right? 😀
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