"Poetry is dead""Who says it?""Poetry is dead!Who writes it passionately?Who reads it passionately?Who loves poetry anymore?Poetry is dead""Poetry is alivePoetry is liveFlowing everywhereDancing and singingPoetry is everywhereFlowing through riversIn the tides of oceansAnd in the ripples of calm lakesIn the life-giving sunraysAnd through the serene moonlightIn the Original link