That everything was once stardust is such a romantic thought, isn't it?

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	Dust From A Star

A star
Is a collage
Of many things,
A potpourri
Of atoms
From a
Million beings.
It sleeps
Alone
In darkest space,
A single spark,
The fossil of
Worlds
Millenniums past.
Then comes
The "pop" that
Pulls it free;
Scattered
Again
Across the
Sky.
Atoms again
They seek
A form,
New shapes from
Old
And Life
Goes on.
In the
Boundless chain
Of Existance,
Being,
We are
But stardust
Too.

			~ <songshadow@hotmail.com>