A Star is born.
It grows.
Brighter. And Brighter.
Hot enough to grow life.
Human civilization begins.
Our pointless lives.
Our Sun.
Tears itself down.
Dies.
Our pointless lives.
Deteriorate.
And End.
A Star is born.
The poetry here is free to view and share. The author believes art should be available to all, even if not able to afford a purchased version. Books are available to purchase if desired. All poetry, words or phrases given are written by DENA DARVISH DERAKHSHAN.
