Prompt:
In the vast expanse of the universe,
Particles swirl and spin in endless dance,
Their motion follows the laws of physics true,
A lifeless existence, devoid of romance,
Their beauty, a reminder of life's fleeting grace,
In a universe that's empty, cold, and devoid of any trace.
Atoms collide and matter blends in,
A melancholic, mournful ballet begins,
Their movement, a pattern we cannot deny as true,
A dance that tells a story of sorrow that's anew,
Particles that move in rhythm so grand,
In a universe where nihilism's laid bare to stand.
Their motion, a subtle, somber guise,
A symbol of the passing of time's guise,
Particles that spin in a ceaseless dance,
In a universe that's vast and grand,
Their beauty, a reminder of life's fleeting grace,
Of a universe devoid of love, with sorrow in its embrace.
Their spin and motion, so elegant and true,
A dance that's never-ending, forever anew,
Particles that exist in a void so vast and grand,
In a universe so cold, and without any stand.
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