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Beautiful Soul

PostPosted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 6:34 pm
by SidewalkProphet
What dreams you may have had

To heal, to help
At first to learn
But a poets soul cannot be silenced

Words were to be your medicine
The scratch of pen on paper, your lifes rhythm

No easy path you walked
A fairweather friend was joy

Your family suffered
Your life was changed

But still your gentle spirit thought,
And wrote,
And loved.

Though fate was cruel
And days cut short

Never did your heart give in
You loved even as your life slipped away

Beautiful poet
Beautiful soul

A thing of beauty will be a joy forever.

Re: Beautiful Soul

PostPosted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 1:37 am
by Saturn
Sums up Keats very well.

"Words were to be your medicine".

Very true.

Re: Beautiful Soul

PostPosted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 5:22 pm
by Raphael
That was touching. x