Would you be one day
my assassin? I don't
want the god to act.
A sacred promise.
I will meet you behind the
sacrificial moon.
Who knows the future―
of bright twinkling stars in sky?
They turn to ashes.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2022 19:47
- Category: Nature
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"They turn to ashes" and we are the products of that process. As Carl Sagan said, "we are starstuff."
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