This Comet of Ours

Water frozen solid
Metals from afar
This comet of ours
Might as well be a star

With head and tail
Gray blue green
Our little comet
Should be seen

As it crashes through
Atmospheric gas
Going up in flames
Before the kiss, alas!

From one celestial being
To someone they love
This comet of ours
Is your only touch.


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