A stars sense of purpose

Weeping are the stars,
Happy tears fall colliding in the vast,
Against the metamorphosis of a meteor,
Providing support to waning
supernova,
Drenching the sun,
With a sense of belonging,
Giving astrology a sense of purpose,
Comforting Canis major,
Blanketing the planets sweetly
With simple assurance,
Confiding in black holes
that will keep her secrets.

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