whisper like a comet's tail
stroking the silence
in the empty embrace of
cosmic tides. the universe sings,
not with voice but in the
shimmer of stars
drowning in eternal
echo of the forgotten
moonlit dreams. here lies
the path carved in whispers.

seashell secrets
spiraling;
each turn a story,
each grain a memory
of the ocean's breath
cradled in twilight
and starlight converging
on the boundary
of once and never.
listen, and you
might hear
the galaxies breathe.

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