You can scream, rant and battle,
Stamp your feet, scare all your cattle,
But only Poetry can describe,
The hurt of Life's, sometimes black tide,
The birth of every morning's pride,
That gives Life a brand new stride,
With the love we cannot hide,
The good life we hope to live,
All of that,
Just a few inspired lines may give,
And it's free from poet's heart,
Where sincerity is art.
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