So many light years away,

I can spot clouds of gas at play.

 

The stars start their formation from here,

Just like how babies start from somewhere.

 

Is this beauty a delusion?

Like how rainbows are an illusion?

 

Will this sight scare the bluebottle butterfly?

Who cares when the world says goodbye?

 

Don’t freight the little things they say,

Because time will take it all away, anyway.

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--Juliette Leong