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Got too close to a star.
The closer I got, the more it split apart.
I watched as it grew into new forms of art.
I kept getting closer… it broke apart more.
Oh what beauty was forming out there.
But I started to miss the stars that were there.
I searched through space for the original star.
But each new star became three or four more.
I couldn’t stop as I watched the destruction.
For the new creations were an interesting discussion.
Yet I wanted to put them back together.
As smaller stars they seemed to be dimmer.
I was the one who caused the destruction.
My mind concluded with all the deductions.
I wanted to mend the star I exploded.
How can I do it? Should I even fix it?
There is a beautiful tapestry of art.
Some stand out as brighter shining stars.
The colors they make are a glorious sight.
I could get used to them at night.
The original stars are still out there.
Their lights shine just a little bit dimmer.
But I can still pick them out of a crowd.
Sometimes they see me and let out a shout.
That makes me happy, every time.
When I see their lights, they're still shining bright.