D-Day

We are all made of stardust floating in the cosmos

Drifting alone through the deep dark echelons of space

Existing for a mere blink of a eye, affecting, changing, surviving

Before leaving behind the detritus of our lives

For the next generation to imitate, mimic, break free from

Until they also become nothing but stardust

And so it continues.

 

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