In every corner
Of the Earth,
Poetry has
Smiled its mirth
Cried its tears
Loved its worth,
And Never,
Disappeared,
How great,
Is that!
In this tenuous World
Of evil, hate and tears,
How good it is to feel
True Poetry, still near.
Smiled its mirth Cried its tears Loved its worth, And Never, Disappeared,
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An accurate description of a poet with a pure soul, because poetry itself is a part of the human soul, its sincere and persuasive language always attracts us to it.