When a poet dies,
He won't be remembered by good or bad times,
He lives on through his words,
Passionately written in poetic forms,
You'll know who he loved,
With words his affection he'll have curved,
You'll read how he flew and touch the stars,
You'll see how he could dance with the clouds,
Through his crafted poems,
He'll make you see the world through his eyes,
You'll see his life beyond death,
Words so natural that will take your breathe,
A poet will never truly die,
His written words will always keep him alive,
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