When hope seems lost, her gaze falls low, A heavy heart, with dreams in tow. But in the night, the stars ignite, A celestial dance, a guiding light.
She looks up to the vast expanse, Where dreams of galaxies ever dance. Each star a spark, a distant sun, Reminding her she's not undone.
Life may steer from her cosmic quest, But in the heavens, she finds her rest. Returning home, the day's demands, From her mother's car, she stands.
Eyes to the heavens, heart feels light, A tingling soul in the silent night. In a world of gray, where shadows reach, Hands pull her down, cold fingers breach.
With empty eyes and beating heart, She feels the pull, the tear apart. Yet in the dark, she sees a thread, A fragile hope, a light ahead.
She reaches up, with all her might, Against the dark, she holds on tight. A thread of hope, so small, so bright, Guides her through the endless night.
Her passion for the stars remains, A love that heals, a balm for pains. In the sky, her soul's reflected, A universe, her heart connected.
Each twinkling star, a whisper sweet, In their glow, her fears retreat. A cosmic love, a timeless spark, Ignites her soul, dispels the dark.
In the vast expanse, she finds her role, A beacon of hope, making her whole. With constellations as her guide, She braves the dark, embracing night.
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Celestial Embrace
RastgeleHey, so I've got this poem called "Celestial Embrace," and it's really got me thinking. It's like these words are painting this picture of a mysterious story waiting to be told. You know that feeling when you're reading something and your mind start...
