My hand is bound
By an infinite
Sprinkled with stars….
Lives that once glittered
Today they fall and die out
In the immensity of blue lights
And in the hermitage of our souls.
On the ground
A girl is gathering
From the grass falling stars
For a warm string.
Couldn’t it have been a string of beads?
It was a bracelet
Made from pieces of stars
Shining stars
Falling stars
You tie me
With too brilliant chains.
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