A beautifully crafted architecture
With designs and intricacy
In every curve and edge,
Mesmerising souls that pass by,
Oh, not one, Deux.

Innocent lads often visited the vistas
To play in heaven there
Submerged in freedom of righteousness,
Lost from ambiguity,
Oh, and not one, Deux.

Each way across seemed more dearer
Alike a self-crafted marvel piece
Slowly cleaved with not a speck of dust,
With richness of care and royale,
Oh, not only one, Deux.

The lads appeared to gaze the walls
Of far-known childhood and splendid
That traces the smoothness of ecstasy,
With abnormal playfulness,
Oh, no Deux, one.

A lad of charm challenged the other
To throw an upheaval of hide-and-seek
That tangles mist with fumes,
And deluded soot on the image,
Oh, no, Deux.

The intrigued artist thought of symmetry
As intrinsic beauty
Of the art of manifestation,
To soot the other antique,
Oh, not one Deux.

The young lad threw myriads of black
To beautify the previous splashes
Which were left undone,
Engraving a river's journey onto the other,
Oh, Deux.

Looking back after specks of sand sank
From the depth, surfaced realisation
Of unintended illusion,
That had craved all for reorder,
Oh, not one, Deux, one.

© TheSun