Tranquility- - -Let It Be Prosaic..Tirbute

Tranquility we all look forwards to.... all leaves havebeen buried... the snow came and also has taken a break.... all my poet friends are alsogoing into hibernation.... those who sighed reading my poetry....now have totally sighted away... is there some calculation of which...PPME is unaware.... I stare into the darkness of night...friends are turning to their opposite delights ....some enlightenment through the night... others feel age is a cause...be it might ....ppme is riding on the periphery @ 80... we are still young at 30...what will we do keeping friends with you...just imagine carefully....we have by now read all of thee.. what more can we how can we now abide with thee