Trying hard to breath,
In stars, my death laid a wreath,
This is a spectacular death in stars,
dreaming the ancient guitars.
Loving watching unicorn walking on rainbow,
Anticipating her rise, reborn from ashes as a phoenix,
It was sun, overlapping stars shadow,
Over my breath, as her ashes already reached heaven with river Styx,
I never wished to get back,
This was a spectacular death in stars,
Hearing beautiful Cygnus,
Life was beautiful, death was is exquisite.
Horse is not the unicorn,
Eagle was not the phoenix,
My heart need to accept,
A spectacular death in stars, is not the real breath,
I'm actually under the tree breathing real light.
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A Spectacular Death in Stars
Poetry**Description:** This poem explores the intricate relationship between life, death, and rebirth through vivid celestial imagery. It begins with a struggle for breath, symbolizing both physical and existential challenges, and transitions into a realm...
