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written by: Sultana Raza
May have descended with insights to give;
Thirsty his spirit for hush of Parnassos,
Yet a rich life not allowed to live.
Didn’t dive in despair in this world dross.
Though outlived by his Grecian vase,
For millions of miles stretches his wreath.
Through bubbles of bird song, he's left a trace,
They're still guessing at the ice-berg beneath.
Do snatches of winged tunes, follow in his wake?
Refined are his spirals in metrical marts,
With ancient pottery fragments, a mythic mosaic;
For his pearls find an echo in lonely hearts.
A cosmic minstrel has he now become?
To entire planets, wise lullabies hums?
Her fiction has been published online (Coldnoon Journal), and received an Honorable Mention in Glimmer Train Review (USA). Her 100+ articles (on art, film, and humanitarian issues) have appeared in English and French. She has presented her fiction and poetry in Creative Writing Panels in international conferences in the US and Europe, where she’s also presented papers on Romanticism (Keats) and Fantasy (Tolkien).