Friday, January 11, 2019

Eddie Awusi writes


When a man die, 
Let him become a star,
Lest he roam in his void.
His Sapphire soul, 
Let it brew ageless fire,
Brightly cliffed and shining
On the roof of the sky.
Let him burn scythes
And high volume of larvae
In his twilight zone.
Though he ceases to live, 
Yet let him exist,
Illuminating the universe
With agility and gait.

 Image result for reincarnation as star paintings
Ascending -- Bruce Brennan

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