Not ready

 




A bright star was born 

In  moment of space.

And reached in its journey

Quite far for its pace.


Passed dozens of suns

And even more moons,

Saw green lavish planets

And deserts of dunes. 


Star met a dust cloud

And shivered, went blind, 

Were unknown reactions, 

It blinked, lost its mind. 


Enchanted by force, 

The star fell inlove

With quimical moist;

It played in the cove. 


Unconscious of winds

Or blue fire rays,

The star and the dust

Forged many days. 


Seeing, by fortune, 

Its brightness unseen, 

It flew off the dust cloud,

All changed to redeem. 


It wasn't a star now,

It wasn't prepared

For clouds filled with color 

Of which it is scared...


There was only stars

Who played in its hood, 

No wicked formations 

Who scream rainbow mood... 












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