NOW MY DOC HAS ADVISED
POST AS MANY POEMS
SOON
you will turn into
PACIFIC OR ATLANTIC OR INDIAN OCEAN
OR NILE OR MISSISSIPPI OR ANY SUCH RIVER LIKE HUDSON OR AMAZON 'S SAND
THEN NO ONE WILL COME TO HOLD YOUR HAND
THEY WILL PLAY THE LAST POST BAND
HEAVENS KNOW BY THEN
WHERE YOU MAY LAND
ETERNITY IS FULL POST COVID
INFINITY IS PERHAPS NOT YOUR DESTINY
TIME SAYS JUST REMIND ME
I SHALL SALVAGE OH EARTHLY POET PPME
ONLY HERE
BELIEVE ME
NO ONE HAS EVER RETURNED
SO I CAN'T PROMISE TO YOU
THEY ALL SO ADIEU
SO ADIEU
Farewell is not fear or is not well; it's dripping the time through the dark shadow of thy verses and weaving your infinity on the roof of the universe!
Dear friend nothing to worry about...No matter where you go your poems will shine bright and will become even brighter once someone reads it. Recognition is just the byproduct of popularity. No doc can predict as you said once astrologers failed in your case. So keep writing Sir.
JUST A POEMIC REHEARSAL LIFE NO ONE CAN TAKE NOR GUARANTEE YOU ALL KNOW IT PPME
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