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Those who Cared to Marvel
Smit Vadalia 2015A4PS0571P
A bundle of light, tinier than conceivable,
I am the envoy of everything.
Born in the crushing heart of a fireball,
flung into boundless darkness,
I injected the light of life into it,
For all those who cared to marvel
the ethereal beauty. But there exist
spectacles, beyond the grasp of
this indifferent blue rock. Swirling
merry-go-rounds of dust and fumes,
that birth fireballs like mine.
My destination, although uncertain,
is ultimate. We sit there, in
A seemingly inestimable, timeless tunnel,
Just beyond the curtain, waiting to
exhibit The Eternal Pageant of Lights
For all those who cared to marvel.
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