Great poetry is spoilt in heroic times
That go unsung on emotional climes,
In rhythm-laden occurrences in life's
Countless merrymakings and strifes.
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'Every raw impulse of life and fleeting breath Sings one trillion sonnets on love and death'. A well crafted creative piece.