Wednesday, July 13, 2016


To conceive a verse,
one needs to storm
love, smile and joy,
death and sorrow, their

In this time of hunt
for the real life ghosts,
Luxury is verse's name.

So, when a friend, who
in this carmic cycle was
a dog, a frog or a human,
leaps into eternity,
give it a soothing kiss
and utter merely a "bye".

If a call trumpets in your ear,
offer it a verse.

In the stellar shine measured,
You will follow in no time.

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