This proves that great lyric poetry can die, be reborn, die again, but will always remain one of the most outstanding creations of the human soul.
One can't produce a single work without the help of the slow, assiduous, corrosive worm of thinking.
Poetry is the art which is technically within the grasp of everyone: a piece of paper and a pencil and one is ready.
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