EXPLOSION

Explosion - art by Luro

For Wanda the kitten

sunshine in your eyes
radiating happiness 
the moon's craters 
going deep 
swelling every minute 
with laughter 
the beam of starlight
shimmering like asteroids
by the black hole 
planets change their paths 
and orbits circle around you 
pure celestial bliss 
gatecrashing a meteorite party
galaxies drinking with the milky way 
comets crashing into each other 
racing like jets
and space welcomes space 
sirius smiles with you 
just before an explosion 
calling you home 

-Luro






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