I wandered where the starlight sleeps,
Past silent moons and solar deeps,
Where every step, though weightless, felt
Like treading dreams the cosmos dealt.
The nebulae breathed pastel light,
Soft lanterns in the endless night,
And comets whispered silver trails
Of ancient, interstellar tales.
My heartbeat hummed against the void—
A tiny sound the dark enjoyed—
While planets spun in distant rings,
Slow dancers made of dust and things.
No breeze to lift, no ground to hold,
Just drifting paths of blue and gold,
And me, a wanderer set free
To stroll the edges of eternity.
Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 11/18/2025 – Stine Writing
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