Savoye In Her Heavens
‘Savoye’ as she maybe named
If you could label the angel from God
She resembles the definitive purity
Once captured in her heavens
No return of the same mortal
She calls to you, longing for her returns
Its curves and angular approach
Are juxta-posed, but with,
No quarrel disagreements or row
Just tranquillity and harmony
LeCorbusier is the message of God
The one who dies in here
The madame reaches higher than the world
She looks down as if to feel superior
Yet all the human race
Know she is lost up in the atmosphere of isolated space
She rises with no weight on her step
No feeling of earth on her shoulders
But that of reverse
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