Art
All but a surprise
To wander into nothing less
Than a pair of eyes
Which silently confess
The spirit cries
All too quick to weep
To see a bit of sunset hue
Demanding sleep
Now that innocence is through
Within the keep
Stunned by just the sight
Of visions never yet revealed
‘Til a star-lined night
In the astral field
Lit the light
Someone’s stranded heart
Though once it was so sweet and young
Slowly pulled apart
And casually hung
Like someone’s art
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