Beneath the canopy of forgotten stars,
where time drapes its gentle veil, we wander,
leaving footprints that flicker and fade,
luminous echoes of a path once taken.
In the stillness, we hear the whispers
of comet tails trailing across the dark,
carving constellations of solitude,
etched into the fabric of night’s embrace.
Nostalgia winks like the farthest star,
a guardian of dreams nestled in the void,
while we chase after shadows of light,
chasing horizons that sing our names.
Footprints aglow, a map to what was,
a silent serenade beneath the ever-watchful sky.
We wander, always wandering,
on paths paved with stardust and sighs.
The universe whispers secrets to the brave,
those who dare dance in the glow of the remembered.
Are you listening, dreamer?
The stars beckon you to follow their song.
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