Existence of Poetry

When the poetry is gone, the world is melancholy, the wind sans voice silences... The night closes and late again to be day... The poet is a pendulum between worlds, poetry marks- step of life... If there was no poetry, the earth would always be dry, and the sea would only be an emptiness... the world it would even fall asleep in rotund silence and neither world would be... even another world wouldn't be anything fresh, it would only be limbo of the agonies...!