Edwina Reizer, inspiring poet with so much depth and beauty, her pen melodiusly flows with words of truth, a special ink connecting to the heart, the eyes that lay on her poems would hear many whispers of the nature's tongue.
She died in a house Empty and alone. They found her there As cold as a stone.
A stone knows its place. It stays on the ground. But it's never alone. Other stones are around.
But a woman alone Who simply dies Is out of place 'Cause no one cries.