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The stars above glisten
Like sparkling dust
Existing on the edges
Of the external cusp
At the brink of the heavens
They burst onto the scene
To light up the night
And fulfill all our dreams
Imagination run wild
Amidst the stampedes
As we gaze up in wonder
And wish for Godspeed
  Aug 2020 Veritia Venandi
John Destalo
she prays to
the fresh flowers

in the field
of dreams

asking them
for beauty

she wants to
grow into

something
desired
and admired

she wants to
be inhaled

and held tight
by someone

desperate for her love

feeling luxurious
like the

fresh flowers
in the field

of dreams
  Aug 2020 Veritia Venandi
Maria Mitea
thin pale grass
competing with the
big, strong tree roots
pushed to the surface
from below the ground

below the ground
there are secrets

heavy clay
compacted soil
striving for moisture and air

below the ground
there are secrets.

we cut the tree roots
remove the grass
plant a new garden

below the ground
there are reasons
I wrote this poem long ago. It is about   injustice and inequity in life and nature. And how there are so many hidden things we don’t know ... and still the sun, soil, and water are more for the grass, for the many ... for people and not those in power that come and go ... 🙏
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