Eyes
to skies…
May,
Wandering
planets,
Enlighten
naïve hermits;
Luminance
morph into muse,
Stars
and constellations eternally bemuse.
Transpire
such heavenly sheen through pen,
I
spread unceasing nirvana among earth’s men;
I’ll
transform emotional excrete into Garden of Eden.
Drops
of vino reveals softer remnants in crimson eyes,
In
national poetry month bless words with power of skies.
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