We are made of starlight,
Compacted into bone.
Flesh and blood and fragile beings,
Trying to find a home.
And all around we’re floating,
spinning, uncontrolled.
Never even knowing
we each are made of gold.
We are made of starlight,
Compacted into bone.
Flesh and blood and fragile beings,
Trying to find a home.
And all around we’re floating,
spinning, uncontrolled.
Never even knowing
we each are made of gold.
This is fantastic. it’s wonderfully inspiring under a brillian veil of adorability. I’m a suckered for a good rhyme and this is perfect.
Truly great piece!!
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Thank you 🙂
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