The rain falls in quiet symphonies,
Each drop a note, an unresolved chord,
Like memories drifting—
Thin veils between here and elsewhere,
Shadows on the walls,
Echoing through corridors of forgotten dreams.
Touch the dew kissed morning,
And feel the universe trembling,
A dance of galaxies in your fingertips.
Sail the ethereal currents,
Past the horizons of silence,
Where the sky bows in reverence to the stars.
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