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A Poem about Creation in Omar Khayyam style:
In the realm where time and space entwine, A tale of creation, both subtle and divine. In the cosmic dance, a symphony untold, Omar's spirit weaves a tapestry of gold.
Beneath the vast celestial dome, The Creator molds the clay of ancient loam. From stardust whispered, secrets unfold, As life emerges, a story to be told.
"Ah, what is this grand illusion we embrace?" Omar ponders, with a mystic's grace. In the cosmic script, where destinies are drawn, Creation's quill, a celestial dawn.
The potter's hands, in the cosmic mist, Shape the worlds, each a celestial tryst. From the clay of eons, forms take flight, In the eternal dance of day and night.
"Behold," says Omar, with a knowing smile, "The cosmos, a masterpiece, mile by mile." Stars as verses in the astral rhyme, A poetry of existence, transcending time.
Through the veil of illusion, we wander and roam, Seeking meaning in the celestial dome. In the tavern of time, with wine divine, Omar sips, a seeker's soul entwined.
"Creation," whispers the sage of old, "A tale of wonder, a cosmic fold." In the tapestry woven, life's essence gleams, A dance of atoms in eternal streams.
So, let us toast to the cosmic plan, To creation's mystery, vast and grand. In Omar's style, with wine in hand, We embrace the cosmos, forever unplanned.
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