bathed in stellar breezes
she's flying over head,
casting her gaze upon the helpless
thousands of stars dead.
her object is clear and fixed,
she'll make it there tonight,
even if day and night switch,
even if this is her last flight.
her hope is unshakable,
as she rests with the moon.
her smile out shines the sun,
and he knows she approaches soon.
But, as struggling nebulas race
after dissolving wind,
and she's slowed her rate of pace
his confidence wallows thin.
and she's lost and faith's gone,
it falters off with the last
pink cloud in dusk's sky,
it happened right in front of you and I,
the
comet
died.
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