My death

 

 

 

 

I am a star

changing form

Rocky, and warm

Water is cold

Inner circle yet no posseions

The seasons so powerful 

the temprature hot 

Unable to guide

 

My friends live there

maybe near me too

Surrounded by planets 

the moon, the sun

and the lights of some stars

 

My death soon changing me into a star

I know for me there's no hell

I freed my soul from slavery

 

In this moment the sun 

is a protection from the cold

The trees so beautiful and green

and the wind so gentle and positive

 

In this gated community we love

our works and come together

to get to know each other

All beautiful and single minded

I am star, and at this point mud

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