His words sing through my ears
Slowing the tempo of my heart
With his rhythmic ends. His ink wept
The paper, they both swirly dance slowly
In their rightful places.
He resonate his verse while
I embodied in his art.
Shakespeare is the living legend;
Bar the noise and listen….
Wait….
You will hear him sing.
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