And who will explore
The days of sullen lore
Where stars get numbered
In their deep slumbers
Around outskirts of milky shore.

Building castles with strands of dust
Tracing shadows with outstretched arms
Garlanding planets with rings of advent
Or greeting clouds at your very doorstep.

Touched by some grace of love
Which provoked one to dream or scream
And who will explore or deplore
Shells of mountains or their molten core.

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