Journeys to the stars revolve around the eyes,
These galaxies form their arms around the body.
The entire adventure begins,
The entire adventure ends.
What is found on the walls of entrancing houses
Covers our faces with chances, diseases and knowing facts.
Journeys are eternal this day onwards,
The seat of all happiness never ends or begins.
The sheer exhilaration is of levitation,
Opening the stations in the sky like momentary angels,
Their seeing is beyond the frame of human minds,
So that the humanoid nature starts to wane.
Please let us win the adventure of a night-visit,
One coin can accumulate into too many or too few,
The golden pieces seem to ponder on their own values,
The silver pieces are lesser due to a godly reason.
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