Desolate and barren
The spring weeps
In despair and sorrow
And sings elegies
To the aching wounds
Of the naked alleys
To the parched air
Drenched in tears
Behind whose mist
Quivering in pain
Stands a city
With head held high
A city so broken
So empty and dim
A city with love
Abandoned and blinned
A city of fragrance
And scented rose
A city now death’s
And blood’s odour
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