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The art of a dying poet.


Submitted:Nov 7, 2006    Reads: 93    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


A Poet.

Nothing to say

Nothing to read.

A Poet.

Slowly dying

Covering himself

With white blankets

And holding

A feather pen

In his hand.

He waits.

But it is too

Late.

The next he is found

The white page

Now red.

An unknown life

Smothered in nothingness.

A Poet.





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