I have felt the heat of stars being born.
The impossible pull as they die,
Fading into black with a glorious burst.
I’ve watched you,
And the universe,
Leading to this.
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
I have felt the heat of stars being born.
The impossible pull as they die,
Fading into black with a glorious burst.
I’ve watched you,
And the universe,
Leading to this.