Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.

Clearly, whoever asked you that question didn't think it through.

hey, thanks for putting those words right there, I needed to hear them.

... swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground, what have we found?
The same old fears, wish you were here...

I love how the lines wrap around the contours of the human body.

tough one tbh, both good in their own way, the coloured one is softer and melds with the theme imo

Evil, just like beauty, exists in the eyes of the beholder imo.

As a bananophile, I approve of this purchase.