After death we remember the good times

And this remains with us forever in rhymes.

Forever remembering the bright times...

No matter what's behind the door bell chimes

Writing a preferred line as pastime-poetry?
Could be best, caring out a wits symmetry 

Won't we all be separated at this instant?

Won't be writing when our endurance bolts?

A few have expired within the sweep.

We gaze in horror; as weak as deep 

No smiles for a while   
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It's not that radiant and well so more
Have you seen any boats coasting on this shore? 

`A temper for writing an ambiance for music,
Some require lyrics and rhymes with fusion

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Good friends don't leave out poetry

If we can't get all the remarkable scorn

You'll certainly missed out the honesty.

Lack of time is the main issue..

We don't know fast we could miss you