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DEATH STAR

Death Star
Was all I saw,
Last breath
Last second.

Waiting for Eternity
Passing on
Light filled path
Fear over comes all

But wait
Is that how it should be?
Shouldn't Love take over
Response is slow

Heart beat, stings
Pain felt
Needle prick at first
Stronger it gets

Tears are salty
when they fall
Swollen eyes
Red from hurt

Soul shines
Happiness everywhere
Lurking in shadows
Black death stares

When all is over
what is left?
Life reborn
A memory gone.

Death Star
we all are
Rare as it gets
Our soul we bare.



by, Teja Priyadarshini

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