In the vast and endless sea of space, where stars are born and die with each passing day, I find my solace in the beauty of the cosmic ray, that shines with all the light of yesterday.
For in the depths of space, I've lost my mind, where the only sound is that of the cosmic wind.
I've written sonnets in the zero gravity of space, where the only constraint is the pull of the cosmic place, where the words are free to float and play.
In the swirling vortex of the galaxy's heart, where the rhythm of the stars is never apart, I find my voice, my poetry, my cosmic art.
In the realm of the stars, I am free to roam, where the cosmic wind is my guiding home, where the only law is the law of the cosmic tone.
For in the silence of the space, I hear, a cosmic melody that's ever near, a harmony that's born of the stars up high.
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