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.
Omnivorous lover of life with interests from poetry/literature and science to geopolitics, health and art. IFB. alecramzurc312@gmail.com
Omnivorous lover of life with interests from poetry/literature and science to geopolitics, health and art. IFB. alecramzurc312@gmail.com
