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Through Cosmic Dust, a Guiding Star
In the nebula of your spirit's vast despair,
When asteroid fields of sorrow wildly flare,
Stand like a celestial beacon, constant and bright—
Let your laughter be the starlight that conquers night.
Though cosmic clouds may swirl, a dense eclipse,
Your radiance can pierce the dark abyss's lips.
For every void surrenders to a solar birth,
And grief, like space dust, will drift from the Earth.
So gleam, though your core may silently weep,
For joy, like a supernova, will surge from the deep.
Copyright ©
Joel Hawksley
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