Here Lies a poet

Here lies a humble poet

His skies shimmered, self expression

His verdant earth, mined with will

Air, peppered with confession

A philosopher of feelings

A soldier shielding, wishful-flight

A spark igniting depth of flame

A vendor of incite

His everyday enlightened

Free from forced constraint

Text on whitewashed paper

With words and wonder paint

The gatherd here will miss him

Though, he's left his verse, his last retort

And if ever heaven, requires inspiring

He's there, ready pen, and depth of thought

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