Amidst the solitude of space, lurk the cold, dark clouds,
No one can see the light it shrouds.
Fleeting in nature and and obscure in stature,
Without a significant spacetime curvature.
Glimmering in infrared, otherwise dead
They give the cosmic fodder in which young stars fed
Sustained by turbulence, coerced by gravity,
They are prone to stellar calamity.
Wellsprings of exquisite emission line,
Originated from transitions hyperfine.
I devote my time to study these
Indifferent and nonchalant, they don’t appease.
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