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Much adored is the dead poet *Within the glass case Away from dirt Amongst the books pressed Rests his heart* Such was the silence he dreamed When words streamed Like riverine flow In all might arose Seeking the order in chaos Orderly bound now his name In peace standing behind wooden frame Yet with the ceaseless commotion of wait... Much adored rests the dead poet.
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Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC
The Dead Poet
Much adored is the dead poet *Within the glass case Away from dirt Amongst the books pressed Rests his heart* Such was the silence he dreamed When words streamed Like riverine flow In all might arose Seeking the order in chaos Orderly bound now his name In peace standing behind wooden frame Yet with the ceaseless commotion of wait... Much adored rests the dead poet.
pradip-chattopadhyay
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Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC
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