In the cosmic dance, celestial grace,
A shadow sweeps across the sun's bright face.
The day turns night, a twilight gleam,
As moon and sun align in a dream.
A corona flares, a ring of fire,
A fleeting moment that stirs desire.
To witness the sun as it disappears,
A rare event that marks the years.
The birds fall silent, the wind is still,
The world awaits in a hush, a thrill.
For a moment brief, the heavens align,
In the beauty of an eclipse, divine.
So here we stand, under the sky,
Watching the universe's wondrous sigh.
A reminder vast of space and time,
In the eclipse, a sublime rhyme.
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