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lonely hearts of the cosmos

if its no the warmth that we yearn
during monsoon seasons and black nights
that we painted in our imagination
as existing in other worlds, too
what we seek across the sky
sailing the fringe galaxies
among nova's and nebulae
immersed in majestic neutrinos
in eternity ships
floating among star systems
in eager waiting for signs
of life reaching from the many worlds
reflections in many eyes
of the lives of the lonely hearts
as they headed as cosmic infants
to the ends of the universe

~awakening, 2099
~timelines flowing forward.

[+] Related maybe, It is such a good book; [LonelyHeartsOfTheCosmos]

Comments

Mythily said…
Good one GP...
Jeevan said…
Seems you are with the book about what u interested more. Nice poem

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for, its during the rainy seasons
when we sit admiring
the cool breeze and wandering droplets
we realize we are admiring the beauty of loneliness
from afar, of you and me

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