#89 bright star

A devastating heartbreaking moment,
when a bright star,
exploded abruptly,
for the first time fall down so hard.

Calm and collected.
How hurt he is?
For every tomorrow now.

And every morning now,
he will be looking deep into the mirror.

To reach that emancipation.

He will be on his way,
move on through,
riding through,
summer air,
he will be riding far away.

A star with a soul that is so pure,
in no constellation I could find,
an eternal starshine.

O how much, has it all been kept?

Do not be hesitated,
let the ice wall melt,
let yourself be bathed in this beautiful sunset.

Neither peace is promised tomorrow,
nor hope.

But aid will come,
we will let you mend,
we will heal you,
as you always do.

Always, to me.