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