When a poet dies
autumn seems to get yet heavier
the forest cries, the river dries,
flowers shed their petals,
and mankind loses yet another ally.
When a poet dies
his spirit is in the words he wrote
black on white
a legacy of tears and suffering
echoing directly from the heart.
When a poet dies
the world loses yet another guardian angel
who prayed through verse
and kept evil away inscribing
words of wisdom and love.
Nature mourns in silence
the loss of a true friend
and in silence it opens its arms
to reunite with her child.
When a poet dies
only the sensitive cry
and spend long sleepless nights
asking WHY?
When a poet dies
my heart is void once more…
(Picture: The Death of the Poet Walter Rheiner, Conrad Felix Müller/1924)
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