Amidst hundred faces he saw a face
the beauty struck his pie
the way red clouds in the dusk would captivate
force so magnificent
like a tide in a deep blue sea
with a barbed edge of a crescent moon
it sliced his crux ,sumless
A face in veneer
made a fine delicacy
masked and concealing
swaying away the hay
dazzled by an eyeful
and deceived by the beaut
that face in hundred faces
brought dismay
the sailor lost him in mist
dropped a bundle he
abandoning already mislaid ship
for this frivolous deplete
still hanging on to his hat
looking for that face
...... in hundred faces.
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