Villa

Welcome to the illicit villa
Where people come and go
A brief warmth of the palm 
A touchy heart, a hearty laugh
Then out through the elusive door
Customary customers they are called,
All young and old

Accommodations are provided
Free advice and service for all
Short of mannequins? Just give us a call!
We are your humble servants
Blood, tears and gall

And the young ones
Oh, the tunneled youths
Passion burn like head of matchsticks
Uneven mushrooms they sprout
Under veils of deceiving shade
Growing too fast for their own liking

And yes, the pillars
Who can forget the pillars?
Stay rooted despite the trouble
Though the sky’s a grey all faded
Though the Sun all sullen and jaded
Unfazed by daunting clouds of doubts
Oh, they know no passion

Can’t stop the door from shutting
The cold wind whistles through 
A pipe of melancholy, when all remains true
What’s unbecoming cannot be undone

To fade away
With the wind of passion
To be enslave in an unbroken faith
The freedom to stay
The choice is ours to take…

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