The Colour of Nothing
A spectral whisper,
Mirrors the cosmos itself,
Amidst the grains of eternity,
Within inherent allure's embrace,
At the beginning of each world's dance,
And at its solemn end.
Contemplation of an elated deity,
Straddling the birth of life's symphony,
As the atmosphere forms its crescendo,
Then graciously welcomes death's refrain,
Burning hills to ash,
Over countless millenniums' refrain.
Emptying oceans' vast tapestry,
Melting ice poles' frozen grasp,
Erasing routes we traced with hope,
Concepts within boundlessness enfold,
Into the canvas of colorless infinity.
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