a poem by Aryaindia

As become stars across pathway
As centaurs cool end clings lasting
Budding garland is flowering new

As becomes tuned with time
As perseverance brings results
Honing skill is awakening souls

As becomes winged an insect
As fluids reach its wings
Making it stronger to fly unhindered

So do the stars, so do some dreams
So does man, continue pursuit

Into the unknown, yes, the unknown!

“Some people leave behind a fragrance in spirit unknown”