Oh, Babylon,
Your golden spires
Have gone
To find desires
Far above
Your strength
To love.
And when at length
You reach your height,
I fear you'll find
Your sorry plight:
Too poor in heart, too rich in mind.
VI | Ecency
মাকাল ফল / The Makal Fruit (A fruit beautiful outside but hollow inside)writinglovers ·
