In endless void, a lonely flight,
So dark and vast, a crushing might.
A speck of life, in azure hue,
Our Earth, a garden, fresh and new.
Through all the cosmos, it does tear,
Through space and time, beyond compare.
The galactic axis, strong and grand,
Spins it along, on Earth's command.
The silent cosmos, cold and deep,
Mega-problems it does keep.
A "new" star flares, a sudden gleam,
Then fades away, a dying dream.
A black hole's kiss, a hungry maw,
Devours a galaxy, without a flaw.
And stars like dust, in oceans vast,
Are swallowed whole, their moments past.
Where do we fly, where do we race?
Halt, for the cosmos holds no grace.
Rest in the sun, let slumber creep,
A wondrous day, the stars do keep.
Where do we fly?
© Copyright: Святослав Соловьев, 2026
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