Category : Poems

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Where do poets go after they die? 
 Are they also wiped from the lips
 Of those who read their insides? 

 Where are they going and when 
Can we see them again?

  They leave in full ascent 
Or when they become known - 
At the beginning of the road.  

Where are they going,
 To take place for us too?

  Those who want us to continue
 To listen to their thoughts,
Those who want to get drunk
 With their words.  

Where do so many poets want to go 
And why do they start running? 
 Did they find a better place
 To shelter their poems?  

Where they go, 
I may never know, 
But without them, 
My soul feels burdened and poor.