Stardust

                                  /././././                              

        This lightening       in
of
                the space between                    

A god from another heaven,
stardust stains my dainty feet

I spend my days in Nebula,
    That peace, that frivolity, those cries,
                     those cries.

I remain suspended
from the night-sky.

/././././

The End

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