"The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep."

-------- Robert Frost

When total hareful morons feel the need to edit poetic words for their own ego, sadly the poetry flow dies out!

- RHYME THIS! 

Is this an exit without dying?

Is this an outlet without crying?

Myra

Maintain the delightful phrasing.

Flourishing new ideas in cinch

Never stop as the sun keeps blazing

Haven't we heard so many stories?

Non of them have made the diaries

Time will tell the tale with docility....

All stories could be said with unity! 

Will we survive the sad blow?

So far it's all going so wrong

We die at times; past a long life endeavour

Good poetry and songs remain forever.

Cloka

After death we remember the good times

And this remains with us forever in rhymes.