In pastel shades of pink and blue
the nebula is brought to view.
It's known as ‘Turtle' for its shell
here shown in colors of pastel
in throes of mortal death adieu.
In days of yore it made debut
but now has streaming jets in lieu
of star formation's carousel
in pastel shades.
The inner shells make rendezvous
through jetting streams in retinue
which move in seeming parallel
with mirror image in its swell
that charm our senses through and through
in pastel shades.
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