In my creation I live,
It is akin to oxygen,
When for something I strive,
That turns into writing then.
Creation lets us be immortal,
Like the Greek gods of antiquity,
As it prepares a portal,
For the creators providing ubiquity!
In this so short existence,
We must crave for excellence!
- Poe'ten'ry [Poems of Ten Lines]
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