Dear Universes of Being : One Life To Live

Saturday, February 8, 2025

Dear Universes of Being,

I, a mere speck of dust, in your immenseness,

Has been a seeker of things infinitesimal,

That rapture in the shine of morning dew,

Or the reflection of its worlds in a different hue.

The dew drop here and another across the seas

Have destinies interlaced,

But commune only through the breeze.

When the starlight in them wish an eternal tryst,

Will the celestial providence assist?

Love,

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