Laying down in a garden on a concrete bench, appreciating the enigmatic night, to be spent under these countless stars, it takes me to a contemplative state of mind.
The glimmering light of stars which was aureate at the emergence, travels for years just to make the dark night sky exquisite. These twinkling stars neither illuminate the sky nor diminish the darkness on Earth.
Some of those bright stars may have ceased years ago, but leave their reminiscence, presenting a marvelous amalgamation of the past of the universe ranging from billions of years to few minutes, leaving a beautiful insight of present in from of you to meet at Horizon, where Past and Present meet and Future resides.
This endless walk in the golden past, which left etched memories for our mysterious future, the source may still be there or not, but still makes the life beautiful.
Then, you suddenly realize the harsh truth of life:
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.
.
.
.
.
Emma Watson, doesn't even know you...
The glimmering light of stars which was aureate at the emergence, travels for years just to make the dark night sky exquisite. These twinkling stars neither illuminate the sky nor diminish the darkness on Earth.
Some of those bright stars may have ceased years ago, but leave their reminiscence, presenting a marvelous amalgamation of the past of the universe ranging from billions of years to few minutes, leaving a beautiful insight of present in from of you to meet at Horizon, where Past and Present meet and Future resides.
This endless walk in the golden past, which left etched memories for our mysterious future, the source may still be there or not, but still makes the life beautiful.
Then, you suddenly realize the harsh truth of life:
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Emma Watson, doesn't even know you...
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