Where the poet died
while writing what, 
His hand gone by
for what he thought
                
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My dear poet, a poem never dies, it becomes immortal like the poets themselves, BUT you wrote a very amazing poem on the theme you mentioned, I have enjoyed and can tell you, a fascinating poem, it flows like a song.

 
                     
                
2) Much enjoyed your scintillating words. The graphic is also cutest (am designer too)