A Word, Men and Desire
A word,fruit of poets paradise
With a touch of essence, he write his delight
of men,and all with sight
Men dreaming schemes dreaming hope
Hanging to that, gold as a rope
And his drown in waters of his desire
Desire,a blind leading a blind
its looms touches the mind
it's as a light as a fire
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