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We are all made from stardust. The elements that make us were formed in the furnaces of long dead stars, millions or billions of years ago. For the briefest of moments, we live, until we return from where we came. The atoms from our bodies, re-used in a giant cosmic recycling plant.
Twas ever thus!

Submitted: November 03, 2016

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Submitted: November 03, 2016





Beneath the sky azure blue,

Atop the grass of verdant green,

Within the glow of golden hue,

Beside the water crystal clean.


Above the clouds of grey and white,

Within the sight of far off stars,

Among the many distant lights,

Beyond the bright red glow of Mars.


In hear-shot of the faintest sounds,

The far side of all we understand,

Remote of all we comprehend,

Inside of only dreamt of lands.


You’ll find a piece of me right there,

Amid my home of long before,

The stardust of the universe,

Where I’ll again reside once more.


Where we came from and where we are heading.

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