• irene_irodov 45w

    And then she said, "Keep on writing that's where I'll live..."


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    The Poet

    On a warm fall night
    Came a lost lad under the starry sky
    Into this very world
    Melancholy his soul, sorrow best friend
    His life drifted as towards a dead end
    When suddenly he met his solitary reaper
    A soul forever
    Poet was she, made even him write
    For the first time he was so happy

    And now came in tragedy
    When sadly came the time to depart
    To the heavens at last
    Now grieved was he again
    "Keep on writing that's where I'll live"
    With these last words she left for heavens
    And thus lost again, that lad
    Became a Poet....