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.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC
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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