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Silver Winner: [into the cosmic soup of life]

into the cosmic soup of life 
have you ever wondered about meaning?
just how small all these worlds can be,
or even our galaxies or systems may be,
each element and atom forms the cosmic puzzle
yet as vast as it is, in our perspectives?

to be born part of the cosmic yolk,
the primordial birth and rebirth,
how each crack of dawn upon a genesis today,
was not one of darkest destruction,
but perhaps a blissful blessing,
of the new blood and dawn of life.





This poem was penned by A P haikusaur.
Here is the link to the original poem: [in to the cosmic soup of life]

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