In the invisible silences
between the pulsars and quasars,
there exists a symphony.
The hum of galaxies spinning
over eons like wisps of tapestries woven
by hands unseen, unheard.
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Listen closely:
Myriad songs drift with comet trails—
ancient as the stones, quiet as voids
yet furious as supernova births.
Lonely songs of novae, etched in
the lifeblood of stardust scars
across the universe’s canvas.
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Do you hear the melodies
sung not by voices, but by light,
by gravity’s serenade upon
the worlds adrift in dark tides?
Note their names:
the forlorn symphonies of distant floras
and cosmic winds at play.
Echoes of the Solar Wind
The Ocean's Celestial Lullaby