A poem by Amareesh.
They say that a poem, a rare meteor of words,
burns to ashes,
as it streaks past the reality sphere…
Yet purified ashes,
ever so slowly descending unto the human plane,
can fertilise, inspire to look in
for a reality beyond the obvious.
Poem: Amareesh
Photo: Meteor above Mt Humphrey, AZ – Robb Hannawacker
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