When a poet dies
thrown, to the sound of the wind
only the doves, will cry
When a poet passes away
heaven/hell, won't blow open the gates
whether, it be night, or day
When a poet expires
and words are cast to the wind
poet thrown, into the fire
When a poet turns into ash
the wind, will blow it away
and maybe, just maybe
at the very last
all their poems
will turn
into cash
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC
When a poet dies
thrown, to the sound of the wind
only the doves, will cry
When a poet passes away
heaven/hell, won't blow open the gates
whether, it be night, or day
When a poet expires
and words are cast to the wind
poet thrown, into the fire
When a poet turns into ash
the wind, will blow it away
and maybe, just maybe
at the very last
all their poems
will turn
into cash
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