In a death
Of a poet
Oh poetess
Mourning
As the moon may had fell
And no more rise out of dark
As the sun my gone
And no morning for man
No more no more
Made her song salt and sad
And tears ocean so deep
Mourning mourning of song
With song
To mourn the song
With song
Mourning peace with peace
She put a rose
Where the wisdom in tomb of rose
Soft and keen
And she kissed his tomb
Her last kiss
The touch
Of rose
Warm and deep
And his tomb
Cold and deep
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Philosophical bhai(Brother) nice one rose the love love for peace and rose touch and kiss transformation thank