The city of secret ArT.

The city of secret art.
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I love
This
City at
night;

how it's  ever-
faint
Light seems
to echo
in
the Voice
of
Secret Art!


(mostly out of
Sight.)

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Angels wash
their
Dirty Wings,

(In
The fountain
Down
By Main Street.)

as Bill the
Old musician
Sings!

(Sonnets
To
Dead Love
 Dicreet.)

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It's good
To
Fade into
The
Crowd at
Times;

while
blending in
with
Other
Faces ..

who get lost
In
Their Own Sad
Rhymes!

(Recalling
Former Graces.)
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Yes,

I love this city
Of
Secret Art.

Created by so
Many Voices. .

That seem to
Share One Broken
HearT!

(For which
Old
Heaven still
Rejoices. )

J.s.h.