Parolee psych stalks beauty's flight
through sunless streets, 'neath sullen skies;
stands gall, all's worst on earth: wrong, spite,
defeat, cheat aspect, shady eyes.
Yellow liver would end fair light
rich heaven to dawdling fay denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
impairing graceful loveliness.
Itch raves to smirch each raven tress,
hard hollow follows fairest face;
his thoughts touch base with base duress
impure, fears tear unequal race.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
once soft, both calm set, eloquent,
fair winning smile where blush tints glow,
smile hearts won, there saw life's tints' flow
now's compromised, damned goodness spent.
Mind lies at peace with all below,
sole dies whose soul was innocent.

Jonathan ROBIN

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