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My Favorite Women Poet's That Committed Suicide
They sang to stars, to flowers pale with dew, To hearts that bled beneath the waning moon; Yet every song they wove from sorrow grew, Each note a dirge, each rhyme a fading tune. The world too heavy, pressing on their soul's, A crown of thorns their tender temples bore; Love fled like whispers, leaving them to hold, And silence reigned where song had dwelt before. Oh, cruel muse, who blessed them with your fire, Yet cursed their fragile hearts with too much pain, You led them, blind, to cliffs of dark desire, And cast them down in seas of endless rain. In lonely nights, they felt the stars grow cold, No voice to soothe the ache of barren skies, The ink that spilled their griefs a tale retold Of lives unlit, consumed by unseen love. Yet still their words endure, though they are gone, A burning flame no tempest can erase. Through death, they live—each verse, a tender dawn, Each line a kiss of beauty's fleeting grace. Why did they fall? Perhaps to teach us this: A poet's soul must brave the abyssal deep, To find the truth in love’s elusive kiss, And wake the world from its eternal sleep.
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