Poetry in motion,
That was his resolution.
Writing something from a scratch,
Believe me, it was a hard match.
Tried, tried and he tried as long as he could,
But words came stumbling just for the good.
Never had he thought he could ever be a writer,
But it all came to him, just as natural.
His instincts proved to be true as he forged ahead like a star,
Never he gave up and continued writing till the very far.
Followed by the world, his poetry took a giant leap,
For now he knew it's time for an eternal sleep.
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