Greatness was in the bountifully altruistic lap of mother nature; which didn't raise its voice even an infinitesimal whisper; although plucked an infinite times for its fruit and nutrient; by despicably impoverished man,
Greatness was in the wholehearted smile of the newborn child; which brought the most pricelessly inimitable cheer; to even the most morbidly deadened corpses floating fecklessly in the atmosphere,
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Greatness was in the sacredly unblemished eye; which conveyed the most exhilarating tales of an infinite lifetimes entirely in its whiteness and blackness; and the perennial beams that it emanated of Omnipotent life, a wonderful poem on greatness. love your poems my dear poet. you really take pains to write your poems. love it. thank you dear poet. tony
Yes, greatness resides in everything to some degree, whether through perspective or intrinsic essence