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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