Thursday, December 17, 2009


So your work exceeded
you, and
like those before with
very little
in the world, you left
a masterpiece growing.

People argue your
a fact you might find amusing
the words reach out to immortality
honed by your graceful use.

At the last moments, in the month of hearts,
you escaped the world you described.
You got it write that time; starting an effect.

Could have been a mentor,
Instead; brilliant, voiceless works of words.


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