Our writing flows through us,
as if bubbles through the air,
we have our writing techniques,
we have our motivators,
we do it for us,
we breathe it for us,
writing till the last ink drop of life,
publishing till the last seconds of the day,
reading poems till all have heard,
our salary is happiness,
happiness that our readers enjoy our work,
however when our lives end,
what do people do then,
they wait for us to be reborn into the flow of the words,
the words of our work,
the read until we have shown our weaknesses completely,
thoroughly to everyone,
our last works are our best,
we are known for them,
our last words express our inner poets,
our inner poets,
they find knew poets,
the cycle repeats,
for everyone to enjoy,
let your inner poet inspire others,
let your legacy live on,
rest in peace live us,
the poets.
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