The Death of a Bright Star

Nov 17, 2022

1 min read

By Shelly Debbarma

I don’t want to die by my own hands

I want to be a bright star;

but even bright stars kill themselves,

exhaust their fuels,

collapse in on themselves.

The supernova is breath-taking though.

By Shelly Debbarma

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