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By: Ody~`

At poets’ bier will silence rest,
with lost creative flair and jest
that sparked our thought; and tho the dead
remain in text, not fully fled
their verve in life was surely best.
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We struggle on, our joy depressed
our loss reluctant, acquiesced
sad minds reviewing notes unread
At poets’ bier.
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Write on. Our faith was well professed
by they who died. Their glee addressed
the joy we lack; by grief misled,
too quick we bind to teary thread.
We’ll soar, as they did, life to wrest
from poets’ bier.
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~ody