We are
two lonely stars
shrouded in the veil
of obstinate distance
glancing at each other
every so often

Together yet far apart

Sometimes I wonder
how long would it be
before we break and fall
into the abyss of oblivion
never to see each other
alight once again

A dusting of snow
Under a pink sky
A flash of gold
Where the narcissi
Bloom
Too early.

Writing a poem is not challenging, but writing something you appreciate is challenging.

You died in 2023 and your dad died in 1977.
After living for 54 years, you went to Heaven.
You have lost your life and that is very sad.
Now you have been reunited with your dad.
You did charity work just like your father did.
Your dad loved you and you were his only kid.
As your fans grieve, they're sad and depressed.
Your life ended after you went into cardiac arrest.
When CPR was performed, your heart was restarted.
But you still died and your fans are broken-hearted.
You died a few weeks before you would've turned 55.
Your fans are devastated because you didn't survive.

The universe speaks,
unveiling cosmic mystery
through the
subtlest
messages

You are on your path,
so listen to
the hummingbird
he'll tell a story