The Poet Died !
Scribbling away her thoughts on whatever came her way she wrote her heart's desire said what she had to say. Some liked her words of wisdom some seldom really cared some condemned her words to no end some stoned her to her end. Then... Her words lay unspoken her dreams quashed by crowd her poem left unwritten on her a white shroud. Today... Today you read her yesterday her you condemned today you honor her memory " The One ", yesterday you put to end.