In the poetry of stars
I sing songs of solitude
Inan awakening night
The wind slips me dreams...

Clouds and moon play peek-a-boo
Gathering dancing shadows
On a siver dewed landscape
A breeze anchors me

Among night blossomsA virginal moon plays
 Song of the stars

I offer a poem
of thanks
to the universe 
for all that 
it has given me...

sometimes
when people leave
we grow
to fill the void.

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material legacies
often
divide love,

pieces of
indestructible
possessions,

have the
uncanny
strength,

to destroy
the peace
of that,

which itself
is a temporary
existence,

so the wealth
i leave
behind,

as my legacy
to those
that are mine,

are worthless
perishable
words,

with meanings
worth
my lifetime.

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Vidur
30Oct17