I can’t find that star that gleamed so bright. Momma says the stars decay the body so that the soul can
fill the gap between the skies, even the smallest of gaps can hold the biggest of souls.
Beneath the clouds and above the trees the souls sparkle that shade of orange in a sunset, the purple of
dusk, the white of morning, and the azure of high noon. Souls each peak down from their peephole, to
be the inspiration for those that have yet to live.
The blue that filled the sky today is the grey of clouds; baby brother has joined the masses that starved
under the pasty sky. His gap opens into the cosmos, revealing a window so some other dimension.
Perhaps another soul looks through waiting for his return to when the gap will close behind baby
brother.
A different shade, indigo, cerulean, navy, turquoise; souls live amongst the mortals- the eyes of a dying
star.
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