The Palace of Wonder
Pure as angel’s graceful dance.
On the path of music’s resounding trance.
Everywhere seen the ILLUSION of words.
The cocoons of pretty butterflies they nurse.
Rarely found is this INFUSION.
Yarned smooth wool from tangled balls of confusion.
Practice that is EVENTUALLY perfect.
All of the gems so nice to collect.
Lustrous golden gates of a hazy hue.
Any man INEVITABLE can enter, with a heart that’s true.
CREATIVITY doth soar through the skies.
Eager like the sight of the eagle that flies.
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