Going to a day is like the very journey of Time,
One sits and waits, adores the other person, and fidgets;
A day may arise when that night with it is a flight,
Into the heavens and the universe.
It is a journey, it is a journey, of gravity,
When stars are seen, and planets are visited.
The cosmos is blended with infamous substances,
Full of canes and rods, delightful elements.
The flight to the infinite space is by night,
A day has lengthened on this quest of brilliance.
May this adventure never cease,
Just as death is the beholder of the next life.
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