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Written: September 15, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ In the halter of destiny, we are all bound. A monody of souls dissemble and found With every lynch of trice vicious hand, We quest to the ossuary of the apex land. Yet in this hoedown of life and death, We descry trices to canonize our breath. In the equidistant cuddle, we share, We ascertain solace in the clad of despair. Through brittle nights and rallying days, We quest to unfetter from the maze. Omega awaits to clarify our fate. Ablaze of stinging anguish, we can't abate. Inanimate entities, ephemeral, and plain, As a ripple of anguish sways, weep in pain Aside from that, the cosmic harbinger sky Espies our destruction with a silent sigh. An epidemic of metempsychosis, We inherit the legacy of pestilence psychosis. On hiemal days and hibernal nights, We bear the stature of sorrow's bite. In every epoch of fugacity, We quest for repeal—a wink of clarity. Bequeath and madness, we strive to overcome Nocuous menace to switch what we've become. We often embellish it as life is so anxious. Our roots still hold the pinnacle to progress. Decisiveness, anguish, and an urge to revoke. Lead exposure us to a nonlethal stroke. The dance of life and death is an exquisite art. Delight and anguish entwine—never apart. At the pinnacle of this poetic tale, We ascertain that life's heirloom prevails. Though pestilence and grief endeavor to bind, We have the incite to bequeath them all behind. So let us dance, with hearts bridled high. Embracing the madness as we reach for the sky

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Date: 9/16/2023 5:41:00 AM
The dance of life and death is an exquisite art. Delight and anguish entwine—never apart--a thoughtful depiction, my friend. Your pen is on fire.
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Date: 9/16/2023 2:27:00 AM
Stupendous poem. I like the idea of hearing this poem read. After all poems are meant to be heard and appreciated.
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Date: 9/16/2023 1:57:00 AM
The dance of life and death is truly an exquisite art, as you've so impeccably described in these magnificent lines. The depth of each and every phrase goes beyond the level of brilliancy especially how poetically you've expressed these emotion! Death of loved ones leave on grieving for the lifetime, and we question our essence so as to seek the clues, it's like a rollercoaster journey through life. But only if we realise that we all touch the sky in the end and saturate in the atoms of universe
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Date: 9/16/2023 1:40:00 AM
Dear Sotto, what a profound write this is, your rhymes are so unique and brilliant diction throughout, the way you’ve phrased things and delivered in such a philosophical and deeply moving manner is impressive as always. I agree and i think its so poetic how you’ve said dance of death and life is a work of art, everything in life is art, and it takes a poetic soul to see that. Embrace the madness while you can, live it up, dance in the rain, thats what i gained from your poem. Love this one
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Date: 9/15/2023 11:06:00 PM
Beautiful poetry, When is a long poem I actually like to print it out in a slightly bigger font to read it, and I find I enjoy the poem the more and absorb the meanings more. This was amazing!
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Date: 9/15/2023 6:53:00 PM
True we miss the ones that are gone, but the tears are for ourselves, cause every one dies. If we are crying for ourselves, Then we have the power to stop craying and dance in joy of the one we knew who has past. Dance for the memory they left us, dance for the beautiful kingdom in which they now live, dance for the Lord who now tenderly looks after them. A wonderful Poem Las Its hard but we dance in celebration of the one we knew that has passed. You remain the master of putting words on a page, right were they should be. Cheers sv
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