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On a summer evening, lying in the grass

We feel at peace and watch the distant stars,

We ask ourselves what is there above?

And what awaits us in our last, unending rove?

Like grains of dust among the boundless sands

We fly resignedly on any wind's thin strands.

The doubts torment us and the life's storm hurts and beats,

We are haunted by our fears and broken by defeats.

We are made by the cosmic dust of long-dead stars

Brought by the winds of distant, nameless suns.

The shoreless time laughs at all our wounds and scars -

Passing through our lives, we are eternal ones.

Like drop of water in the black ocean's depths

The memory fades in the years between our birth and death.

We have no one to bond with and nothing to possess, Our fate is just a walk in an endless loneliness.

We carry our light through the nebulas and clouds

In search for the answers that the cosmos shrouds.

The universe extends as far as the eye can see

And we are always where we are supposed to be.

We are flying in the void across the wormhole pass,

Not knowing where we came from and where our way runs.

The whisper of the unknown is quietly calling us,

The death is a mirage, we are eternal ones.