• comptillyoudrop 51w

    If I could find a mirror,
    I'd clean it through and through,
    Then, resoultely,
    I'd show a star to you.
    While seemingly unassuming,
    Within the glass you'll find
    Ghosts of a cosmos once blooming;
    Seeds our ancestors left behind.
    When the light strikes it so,
    Make no mistake.
    You are a star lit aglow
    Which darkness may never overtake.