The last pale shine of the fading stars transforms the world below into a shimmering wonderland. While we, eyes skybound , wander in solitary awe. The proud grace of a bird in majestic flight casts a distant shadow on the dreamers and hopers, the earth-bound yet star-struck. A cool breeze frees the mind from all chains, and the wishers among us release a heart-warming peace to the world.
Alas, this is their last shine.
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