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Death of my Poet
I fear a time
When my sorrows will outlive the poet in me
Then where would I bleed down my thoughts
When there are neither words in my mind
Nor ink in my pen
When my mind is a void of stillness
When no rhymes whirl in my mind ever again
A horrid incurable illness
~
~then where would I go
To my grave?
~the universe in her
© z.f.
When my sorrows will outlive the poet in me
Then where would I bleed down my thoughts
When there are neither words in my mind
Nor ink in my pen
When my mind is a void of stillness
When no rhymes whirl in my mind ever again
A horrid incurable illness
~
~then where would I go
To my grave?
~the universe in her
© z.f.
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