We are made of stars,
Origins of the infinite,
Atoms combined in beauteous ways,
Gods in our own creation.
We are the essence of thought,
Energy electric,
The macrocosmic circus ring,
Round a universal nucleus.
We are the speed of light,
Concept pioneers.
No limit to our needless ambition
To be the stuff of stars.
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I would like to translate this poem
yes i agree, we are all stars in our own ways..