Thy Wondrous Life Was As a Butterfly's Brief Stay, Poets Tribute Series, Third Poet, John Keats ,

Thy Wondrous Life Was As A Butterfly's Brief Stay, Poets Tribute Series, third poet, John Keats Poet, where flows tears for thy premature demise tragic death of thy soft heart, body, gifted soul majestic verses from a poet truly wise poems of deep splendor, thy words did so extol. Thy wondrous Life was as a butterfly's brief stay. And in thy heart, triumphant was thy sweet word play. Poet, can praise seep into thy slumbering grave or upon hearing such voice, does thee seek to rise and in true caring, thy words again hope to save by talented hand, let pen scribble out surprise. Thy wondrous Life was as a butterfly's brief stay. And in thy heart, triumphant was thy sweet word play. Poet, does moon's light cast shine into thy abode as blowing sands of time, thy rest slow ticks away can spirit, with honor, thy sad story be told of poet, that Fate's hand, forced thy dear Life thee pay. Thy wondrous Life was as a butterfly's brief stay. And in thy heart, triumphant was thy sweet word play. Poet, not enough we admire from distant time magnificence of thy genius in golden verse thy heart once beat in verses heavenly sublime before death delivered its dark and early curse. Thy wondrous Life was as a butterfly's brief stay. And in thy heart, triumphant was thy sweet word play. Robert J. Lindley, 10-28-2019 Rhyme, ( Tragedy of the death of a young genius and truly brilliant poet )