In the cosmic quilt where shadows dance,
Threads of fate weave our fleeting chance.
Once we blazed through the vast expanse,
Now we wander in life’s paradoxical trance.
Dust of old stars in our veins ignites,
Whispers of histories, infinite nights.
With dreams as our compass, we journey afar,
Reminded that we’re born from a scrap of a star.
Though time flows like rivers, relentless and free,
Each moment a treasure, a flicker to be.
Let us hold to the echoes, the laughter, the pain,
For we were the stars — and we’ll shine once again.
Stars
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