Having parted with twilight's glow,
I meet the moon and stars at night.
Their silent beauty, cool and aglow,
Draws my gaze to their celestial grace.
I never bid the moon and stars farewell,
For I know they'll rise where shadows dwell.
Steadfast in charm, their quiet guise,
Hides in daylight, testing my skies.
No soul is lost—life's thread extends,
Through endless forms, it never bends.
Those we mourn are merely concealed,
Timeless truths yet unrevealed.
A seed may fall, but life remains,
Renewed in flowers, fruits, and grains.
Each death births a million streams,
Flowing into life's eternal dreams.
'Goodbye' fades, a fleeting sound;
'Welcome' rings, an echo profound.
Bound as one in life's endless thread—
No need to sever, no need to wed.
Trust this truth, and you shall see:
No need to flee, no need to blend.
You are whole, already free,
Dancing through creation's eternity.
MyKoul
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