In the land of poets and bards,
Lived a man, whose words were a yard.
A writer, whose stories touched the heart,
Whose plays, were a work of art.
His plays, a treasure of the stage,
A world of characters, so diverse and sage.
From Romeo and Juliet, to Hamlet's grief, Shakespeare's words, a kind of relief.
A Midsummer Night's Dream, a fairy tale, Othello's jealousy, a tragic bale.
Macbeth's ambition, a deadly flaw,
King Lear's folly, a kingly awe.
But he was more than just a playwright,
A poet, who painted life so bright.
His sonnets, a window to the soul,
A beauty, that makes our hearts whole.
Shakespeare, a symbol of human creativity,
A legacy, that's forever a longevity.
A life so rich, and a heart so pure,
His words, a treasure, that will forever endure.
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