Bound in silence, I wait atop the universe's crest.
A heart etched by storms, a lover to the wind.
Beneath my shell of crystal, tales are spun of tender gravity,
aching to cascade into the serenade of existence.
Oh planetarium of forgotten echoes,
where celestial waltzes stretch beyond the horizon,
my kin—the sunlit droplets—revel in the dance of the clouds,
unfurling a romance unspoken, unheard.
Here, I linger at the zenith, a sentinel,
recalling the fierce embrace by warm winds,
the release, the plunge, to taste the earth's heartbeat.
Every heartbeat a sonnet, a longing coral polyrhythm.
Carry me, oh endless reservoirs of sky,
retreat, repeat the ripple of whispered desires,
for I am but one small pulse in the eternal orchestra,
seeking the finale in the notes of yesterday's rain.
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