Heaven was at my door
knock knock I said come in
and so they came all seven into heaven
Knock knock I said come in and so they came
As they continued into the door
seven seemed to be forevering closing
very easily at first and then as a rush of wind.
Seven was elegant unto it's new poets
It never argued back at us
It never influenced our words,
Always pure heaven to all of us here.
We will forever love you ,
You'll not be forgotten
for our words are a token of
what we have made
A piece of heaven that fail upon us
ever so lightly
delicately caressing the keys
that made forum number seven
My little heaven.
I will miss you seven but visit your poems
for it's you that was my home and we always come back to home. Home is where the heart is.
Lovely are your words
Lovely are your strokes
Lovely are your jokes
Just everything wrapped into one.
So farewell and adieu
we all will miss you.