A poet never suffers from a heart attack
The whole is in the nature
Or it is in the blood of nature
The heart of the poet is mixed.

All the forests of the world are poems
Rhymes of poetry flowing all over the ocean
Therefore, a poet can never suffer from heart disease
The stars in the galaxy lay in the bed on this planet
In the solar system emits liquid moonbeam from the eyes of the moon
The poet's existence every often is found
How did that worm resides in the poet’s *****?
When a poet feels pain in the left ventricle
Feel that nature has fostered balance somewhere

A poet's heartbeat does not mean heart disease
The cry of nature.