Being devoured by black holes, the last star, used to be gleaming upright. Dancing and dancing in harmony of oval ladder of milky wayward.
Brilliant
Smart
Honorable, alight
but…treacherous, unkind…
Diffuse disharmony to astray aster entangled in abstruse cosmos of profound dignity each and every side.
And, now…
She…
buried in cold soil of nasty livid dust.
How?
o…Profound dignity, look up and count down. From ten billion to one,
none is as brilliant as the last shining one.
Not in the galaxy (ia) - the last emanate of big-bang award-
but…
in our mind were any black hole allows to suffocate lustrous kind.
our last- this is our pray-be alive and shine….on and on...rise and shine.
you are always alive in our mind.
Brilliant Smart Honorable And, now… She… buried in cold soil of nasty livid dust. in our mind were any black hole allows to suffocate lustrous kind. you are always alive in our mind. A meditation of the world on nebula, blackholes, stars, dancing harmony Very fine poetic expressions. thank you for this poem. tony
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And, now… She… buried in cold soil of nasty livid dust......... be alive and shine, .on and on...rise and shine. you are always alive in our mind. a great tribute to Maryam Mirzakhany.. thank u dear poetess. tony