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