Underneath the material of a velvet evening,
Stars murmur privileged insights, sparkling brilliant.
The moon, a watchman, watches with care,
Enlightening dreams drifting in the air.
Groups of stars accumulate, a heavenly dance,
Old stories woven in a vast sentiment.
Orion chases strongly, while Cassiopeia moans,
Together they weave stories across the skies.
Planets banter in quiet, twirling elegance,
Each with a reason, each in its place.
Mars, the hero, discusses searing journeys,
While Venus, the sweetheart, offers delicate rests.
Comets streak past, similar to wishes set free,
Cutting their ways through endlessness.
They convey our expectations, our feelings of trepidation, our longings,
Lighting the obscurity with transitory flames.
As night develops, dreams take their flight,
Carried on stardust, embracing the evening.
In the quiet of the universe, we track down our direction,
Lost in the marvels of the Smooth Way.
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