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She rises, cloaked in cosmos silk, A midnight canvas, star-flecked milk. With shadowed hands, she cups the moon— A silver coin, a pale monsoon. Her eyes, eclipses softly spun, Harbor secrets stolen from the sun. Each freckle, stardust softly strewn, A lullaby to dying moons. The branches weave their brittle choir, Fingers scratching heaven’s pyre. Yet still she stands—a solemn spark, A lantern carved from endless dark. Oh, daughter of the silent deep, Where galaxies and shadows sleep, What wish do you enclose so tight Within your palms of endless night? Does it bear the weight of broken skies, Or bleed the tears of severed ties? For every breath, a comet’s sigh. For every blink, a world drifts by. She wears eternity as skin, The void’s desire held deep within. And in her grip, the fragile tune— The final breath of a waning moon.
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She rises, cloaked in cosmos silk, A midnight canvas, star-flecked milk. With shadowed hands, she cups the moon, A silver coin, a pale monsoon. Her eyes, eclipses softly spun, Harbor secrets stolen from the sun. Each freckle, stardust softly strewn, A lullaby to dying moons. Oh, daughter of the silent deep, Where galaxies and shadows sleep. What wish do you enclose so tight, Within your palms of endless night? The branches weave their brittle choir, Fingers scratching heaven’s pyre. Yet still she stands—a solemn spark, A lantern carved from endless dark. Does it bear the weight of broken skies, Or bleed the tears of severed ties? For every breath, a comet’s sigh. For every blink, a world drifts by. Oh, daughter of the silent deep, Where galaxies and shadows sleep. What wish do you enclose so tight, Within your palms of endless night? She wears eternity as skin, The void’s desire held deep within. And in her grip, the fragile tune— The final breath of a waning moon. "Oh... the fragile tune... the waning moon..." Oh, daughter of the silent deep, Where galaxies and shadows weep. What dream ignites your endless flight, Within your palms of fading light? Strings fade into silence, celestial chimes twinkle softly. Faint echoes of the chorus hum in the background, like distant stars blinking out one by one. [Soft whispers linger in the silence]: "She rises... cloaked in cosmos silk..." "Her lullaby... to dying moons..."
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