Tiny little Fiery balls, Separated by Eons, Galaxies, Infinities, And Vastness, Little twinkles, So many of them, Brought together In their loneliness Under the blankets Of night Where they Shimmer And Shine, Their vibrating Iridescence Entrancing, Their ephemerality Bewitching, Their fugacity, Enduring. Linking up with Yeah Write #155 - What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing?
Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?