Glimpses of stars, twinkling in the night sky,
Ton of secrets hidden, waiting to be unveiled,
Luminous spheres dancing in celestial delight,
An endless canvas of dreams and mysteries.
Radiant beams of light, piercing through darkness,
A vast playground for imagination,
Nebulas swirling, galaxies colliding,
Gathering whispers of the universe's tales,
Echoing the wonder of the cosmos.
Tales of creation, written in stardust,
Endless journeys through time and space,
Radiating energy, pulsing with life,
Stars, the guardians of the cosmic dance.
About the Creator
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The Summer I Was Chosen by a Northern Mockingbird
During the long, suspended days of the pandemic, a wild mockingbird began visiting my driveway and chose me, again and again. What started as a strange encounter became a brief, meaningful connection that I still carry with me.
By Erica Roberts 4 days ago in Petlife
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Yeah! It is a vast playground for imagination.