In Milky Way, the silver stream
where stars stelliferously teem,
is home among celestial sea
for willful creatures such as we
who dwell in dream within a dream.
Beneath the welkin's haloed gleam
mankind concocts each earthly scheme
adrift with spin of galaxy
in Milky Way.
If only humans would esteem
this ‘once upon a time' supreme
when life went on a living spree
and reached a sunlit apogee!
Have we outstayed our world's regime
in Milky Way?
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