In realms of night where stars ignite,
Celestial connections weave in light.
A cosmic dance in the velvet expanse,
Bridges formed by fate's sweet trance.
Moonbeams whisper secrets untold,
Constellations in patterns bold.
A celestial tapestry, vast and divine,
Threads of destiny in every line.
Orion's belt, a celestial tie,
Connecting souls beneath the sky.
Across galaxies, a cosmic reflection,
Love's ethereal, boundless affection.
Planets in orbit, a celestial ballet,
Timelines entwined in the astral array.
Mercury's whispers, a celestial song,
Echoing through the cosmos strong.
Jupiter's gaze, benevolent and wise,
Guardian of dreams in cosmic skies.
Saturn's rings, a promise to keep,
A celestial covenant, eternal and deep.
Neptune's waves, a mystical sea,
Connecting hearts in a symphony.
Uranus spins, a dance so rare,
Celestial bonds beyond compare.
In the vastness of space, where infinity lies,
Celestial connections, love never dies.
Through galaxies far, and nebulas bright,
Our souls entwined, in eternal flight.
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This is beautifully written Harun, I love the peacefulness and flow of this poem! Great work!
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