Moments slip like sand through fingers,Yet in their wake, awe still lingers.Eternity dances 'neath the midnight dome,As blue stars light our journey home.
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Moments slip like sand through fingers’ grasp,
Yet in their wake, awe etches paths to clasp.
Eternity swirls beneath the midnight's dome,
Where blue stars guide our souls towards home.
Time's ephemeral tide gently ebbs away,
Leaving whispers of dreams in night’s soft sway.
In the silent dance of celestial lace,
We find our way, embraced by time and space.