Your beutiful moral soul has left the earth

Your gift of generosity and stunning beuty in words

They haunt us these cycle of seasons

They haunt us, the mountains, the sea,

the beuty and myriads of all earths creatures

Poets, we are the tireless travellers

The door of a day

Be brave, in the door of light

Be bold, in the step of the shadow

The one way opening, the dark, the light

Be conceived on Your last breath of love

for not mearly one

but many. 

 ©MP