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In the night, where the galaxies sway,  
Clusters of stars twinkle in a vast embrace,  
The Milky Way spirals like an ancient lore,  
A river of light flowing through the dark of space.

Time drifts through our grasp,  
Fluid like the weave of existence,  
Moments stretch to eons,  
Memories echoed in the heartbeats of stars.

Dark matter spins an unseen tapestry,  
Binding the threads of celestial dreams,  
While black holes murmur secrets,  
Devouring light, crafting silence in the cosmos.

We gaze upon Andromeda,  
A neighbor in this cosmic tide,  
Her elliptical form cradles the past,  
A mirror of what we’re destined to become.

Supernovas burst with life,  
Their explosions painting the sky with dreams,  
Each twinkling reflection,  
A reminder we’re part of this grand scheme.

In this universe, we are but stardust,  
A fleeting thought in the mind of the void,  
Yet within us, the echoes of the stars,  
Marked by time, yet forever yearning to be whole.
Sa lilim ng buwan, tayo’y nagtagpo,
Sa gitna ng katahimikang walang kibo.
Ang iyong titig—liwanag na lihim,
Sa mundong ang oras ay tila mahimhim.

Ang ating halakhak, alingawngaw ng dulo,
Ng landas na bawal, ngunit di naglalaho.
Mga palad na ‘di kailanman magtatagpo,
Ngunit sa guniguni'y sabay ang paglayo.

Isinulat tayo sa buhangin ng isip,
Binura ng alon, tahimik, malalim.
Sa salamin ng hangin, ika’y naroon,
Ngunit abot-kamay ay palaging ambon.

May mga salitang ‘di pwedeng sambitin,
At halik na taning hangin ang pupunuin.
Kay tamis ng ‘yong ngiti sa dilim,
Kay pait ng umagang ako’y mag-isa ring lilim.
In the shadow of the moon, we met,
In the midst of the silent silence.
Your gaze—a secret light,
In a world where time seems to be silent.

Our laughter, an echo of the end,
Of a path that is forbidden, but never disappears.
Palms that will never meet,
But in imagination, we drift apart together.

We were written in the sand of the mind,
Erased by the waves, silent, deep.
In the mirror of the wind, you were there,
But within reach is always mist.

There are words that cannot be spoken,
And kisses that will fill the air forever.
How sweet is your smile in the dark,
How bitter the morning is when I am also the only shadow.
In the quiet dusk of my mind,  
I find you,  
floating like a feather,  
whispering secrets to the stars,  
waiting in my dreams.  

Each night,  
I dive into the ocean of slumber,  
where shadows play,  
and time folds like origami,  
the past and future collapsing into now.  

In this realm,  
I’m unshackled,  
drifting through the corridors of memory,  
the scent of your laughter,  
a melody that lingers in the twilight.  

I reach for you,  
but the distance is a mirage,  
a wisp of smoke slipping through my fingers,  
and I am left,  
waiting in my dreams.  

The horizon paints itself with the colors of longing,  
each dawn a gentle reminder,  
that the world outside,  
with its harsh clutches and bright glare,  
cannot hold the softness we share.  

So I will return,  
again and again,  
to the sanctuary of night,  
where time suspends its relentless grasp,  
and I can find you,  
waiting in my dreams.
Every breath, a whispered prayer,
In silent winds, I find You there.
Each heartbeat drums a sacred song,
Through fear and night, You lead me on.

When shadows fall and feet grow weak,
Your steady hand is all I seek.
Through breath and beat, through dark and light,
I walk by faith, not by sight.
In nature's math, the seasons turn,  
From green to gold, and blue we yearn.  
With science as our guide,  
Through time, we glide,  
Embracing changes we all discern.
how nature and time constantly change, like the turning of seasons. With the help of science, we understand and accept these changes as a natural part of life.
In the stillness of long, lonely nights,  
Love's shadow dances, dimming the lights.  
A kiss once so sweet,  
Now a bittersweet feat,  
As I dream of you, missing the heights.
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A whispered promise faded away.
A thread of trust, now frayed and worn,
A heart once open, now forever torn.

The wind it howls, a mournful sigh,
As moonlight dances, with a treacherous eye.
A path unwinding, through a midnight land,
Where echoes of deceit, forever stand.

The stars above, a distant hum,
A reminder of a love that's gone numb.
A flame that flickered, now reduced to ash,
A memory of joy, forever past.

In this dark landscape, I wander alone,
Searching for answers, to a heart of stone.
The truth it hides, behind a mask of pain,
And I'm left to wonder, if love will ever reign.
Nag-init ang tubig, tulad ng titig mo,
Tahimik ang tasa, pero puno ng gulo.
Bawat halo ng asukal, lihim kong hiling—
Sana sa'kin ka matunaw, kahit 'di mo pansin.

Sa bawat sangkap, may pa-kiliti,
Kape't puso, parehong may landi.
Di ko sinadyang gawing espesyal,
Pero bakit sa'yo, gusto kong maging tapat at ilegal?

Ako'y nagtimpla, ikaw sa isip,
Pero ako ang sumarap—’di ko na madeny.
Sa simpleng pagdampi ng labi sa tasa,
May lihim akong dasal na sana'y magtagal pa.

‘Di ako para gisingin lang sa umaga,
Ako yung tipo na hinihintay sa gabi.
Tahimik, mainit, matapang kung kailangan—
Pero laging handang lambingin kung ikaw ang dahilan.

At kung sakaling malasahan mo ‘ko sa pagitan ng sipsip at buntong-hininga,
Sana maramdaman mo—hindi lang kape ang naghihintay sa’yo,
kundi ako rin…
paunti-unting nalulusaw, para sa’yo.
In the galaxy, stars brightly gleam,  
A massive collection, a cosmic dream.  
Gas, dust, and dark matter,  
In spirals, they scatter,  
Held by gravity's powerful theme.  

Ellipticals glide, irregulars play,  
In the vastness of night, they dance and sway.  
The idol we praise,  
Through the celestial maze,  
Guiding our hearts, light-years away.
In the shadowed halls where whispers linger,  
politics dances with the syndrome of corruption,  
a waltz of power,  
where drugs and money are the tune,  
each ear a prisoner to the siren call.  

Promises paper thin,  
like smoke curling in the air,  
they fade before the light of dawn,  
leaving only the residue of ambition,  
the stains of greed untouched by conscience.  

Votes exchanged like currency,  
fingers stained with the ink of betrayal,  
as the puppets pull their strings in secret rooms,  
where the air is thick with unspoken truths,  
and the price of a soul is just a ticket.  

They clad their rhetoric in silk and gold,  
their speeches wrapped in veneer,  
but behind closed doors,  
the language is raw,  
a formula of corruption carved in blood.  

What is justice but a game to them,  
a pawn moved on the board of exploitation,  
while the hungry cry, the weak tremble,  
and the powerful smile,  
counting their spoils with gluttonous glee.  

But beneath the surface,  
the tide bends,  
rebellion stirs with a hunger for change,  
as truth, like a seed buried deep,  
begins to rise.  

The poison they feed us might spread,  
but the antidote is resilience,  
the call of unity against the echo of greed—  
a movement forged in the fires of hope,  
where drugs and money will no longer bind us,  
and power will answer to the people.
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