I thought I saw a poet die no one cried or looked his way. I thought I saw a poet die and wondered If I would be next as broken hearts seldom frequently beat.
And now I know that he lives in words songs and deeds. I thought I saw a poet die but then discovered that through mist filled eyes he lives. He lives Forever.
Well, did he physically die? Living eternally in heaven? I'm nosy, lol, this raises a lot of questions which is a good thing Dear Mikii. I love it, I know at one point they thought that I was dead. NOT! I have more to do on this side of heaven. ;)
What a wonderful outlook, Mikii. Right now, I do feel as though I am dying but I've never considered myself a "poet." Others tell me I am and that's more than good enough for me and I am very grateful. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and peace. Regis
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A profound diving into the sea of imagination.
"I thought I saw a poet die" paints and sings.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Love you bunches, Janny xoxoxo
He lives
Forever.
Ah My friend...PROFOUND WRITE...cheers...love n luck...BHUWAN!!!
Reindeer