The soul danced and rejoiced on the melancholic music of its failure all alone in its jungle city and cried over the moon. It counted the stars, hoping someday all of it would be alright but then all the hopes were shattered as the nostalgic feeling...
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She bleeds the entire space through her skin, 'cause she holds the ultimate Universe in herself. Thoughts are like planets never aligned straight. Lies the innumerable constellation of stars that stitch her skin with the art Burning comments like balls of anger. And the galaxy in her eyes that sing about the beauty of her love. Like the sun that she burns, With dreams, desires and hopes. Like the sun that she shines when her intellect makes the noise. Sometimes she's even cold as moon, with a darker side kept unseen. Meteors of sadness that rain on her soul. And finally she's even the black hole, wrapped with secrets and mysteries, always unknown. After all she's the ultimate universe, with a million tales still untold.
