Haunting
Haunting lines
Haunting, haunting
Paradise
Of
Cascading lines
Glimmering in their
Brilliance gold!
Haunting
What a word!
Even wisdom fore it
Trembles
And Hope takes color
To face
And the sick stir and
Arise.
Haunting
That be beauty!
That be dawn!
That be brilliance
All forlorn
And see,
Beauty walks the streets
See who will, this very night
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