Oh My Angel Maya Poem by Madrason .

This is why writers never die
just let imaginations' ink-spots fly.
Every-time you see a black and white
you really give the spirits much more appetite.
And even though your body died
it is the mute that grew a voice and cried
and cried and cried, letting the birds
and cried and cried and cried and tried
letting those feathers grow into a wing
this is why a caged bird shouldn't stop and try
for deep inside she needs all of her love to string
oh Maya's gone but i am left and lifted by the sky
it was a torrent of her love which just came by
and she just lifted up a faun of love for we
respect it made these lines interconnect
moved and inspired all by her poetry
it unraveled just that start of spring
a new breath for all of humanity
as to revive that human Family;
so little bird if you don't mind
'ah' be so kind and sing,
just sing, and sing
, and sing! !

Madrason 29 05-2014