Spiritual Praise

Someone is currently floating on the moon,

Beheld in orbits around the centre of the Milky Ways.

Because their eternal gratitude outweighs of much greater gravitational force,

They're predominantly streaming against microgravity around in space.

I, Yara, am leeched wholly to the supreme beauty of the binary stars,

Distancing to surpass my celestial body far denser than the White Dwarf corpses' mass,

And I can assuredly confirm to you that if you looked up high to the sky,

You'd see me.

I am the emitter of the polarising light,

Anchored in spherical pearls,

Shined upon joyous dances, Nearby the heavenly spiral galaxies at the Local Void.

It is about time to feel reborn back into this world of glory,

Strolling along the gravelled pathways, And there I found my identity.

To such infinite existence merging with the homeland of an empirical history, An extraordinary perception were of the atmospheric interplanted missionary, Glancingly through centres of a cosmic cataclysms, But peace, being a seclusive observer within the Universe's origins is an oasis of serenity.

If only I could jump back and forth each time I felt so immensely thankful,

My mind would have been limited to further expand my imagination of how heaven may look like.

I never felt so happy and lively to be back on track, and knowingly making decisions for a clearer wider future.

الحمدلله دائماً وأبداً

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