The light that is
harmonious
every fickle cobbled street
is glorious
crowds or flakes of imagination
in my mind start a conflagration
of all the things only i do know
and if i chose a picture so
it would be tryptich of desire
as the flames of passion soon take fire
burn memory and truth in fact
and do most strongly hold my pact
that i will live eternities
to visit pleasures
such as these
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