Star Stuff

Star Stuff, such things we dream of.
To reach and touch the heavens with our presents.
Star Stuff, you glow with joy today.

Star Stuff, you see heavens steam above you.
And you know they are countless numbered.
Star Stuff, your insignificants it doth betray.

Star Stuff, your hope is to join them.
To step into the empty space of tomorrow, now, and then.
Star Stuff, your mortality brings you such dismay.

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Behond the coming back, is going too far

It needs a few readings...

I like the sentiments Wheelchair. Well written.

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Computer Lie #1: You'll never use all that disk space.

"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound as they fly by." - Douglas Adams

Very well said and I love it very much WC. It opens so much pictures in the mind. Wonderful!               

A poem it's what I needed to warm my heart  :heartbeat:...

Thank you Harold   !!

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Here we go!

Nice poem, i agree with Kenny, lots of image pops up in my mind