Last night


  • Death

    Last night

    I have witnessed something;
    In heavens above, on earth below.
    life can be authentic except it's not.

    There is a cliff awaiting me;
    comforts me to grasp the stars,
    giving me serenity.

    I seek no one as I
    Glance at my past so quick.
    Is there a Spirit watching me
    at this edge of the world.?

    Will my footprints remain
    And breath be taken
    by the breeze.?

    As the stars show; the
    spectacle is a miracle.
    The universe glimpsed me there.

    Near me the clouds stirring;
    Above me bliss; under me
    no more sorrow.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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