Embrace the shadows, step into the night,
A burst of brilliance, a celestial light.
Across the starry canvas, a painter's delight,
Swift strokes of hope, a cosmic flight.
Picture the void without those distant dots,
Life without hope, connecting the plots.
Constellations, ancestors' imagination,
Stillness and calm, a cosmic revelation.
In quiet moments, I sit and gaze,
Waiting for Geminid meteoric blaze.
Whispering gratitude, my heart ablaze,
For a cloudless sky, a celestial phase.
Hope lingers, ever so near,
In the darkness, it perseveres.
A mystery shrouded, yet crystal clear,
Revealed to those with skyward cheers.
Shooting stars, a celestial dance,
Big and small, they twirl and prance.
In awe, I watch, in a cosmic trance,
Nature's wonder, a divine romance.
A sacred hour, devotion unfurls,
As shooting stars paint celestial swirls.
Faith renewed, as the universe twirls,
The Almighty's brush, in my life hurls.
About the Creator
Stella Yan PhD
PhD in Physics. Residing in the US. Deeply engaged in the exploration of math, science, and personal introspection; truly amazed by the mysteries of the universe and the complexities of the human mind.
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Fantastic & loved it!!!💕❤️❤️