Who knowest

What lies behind beauties, such as this?

Majestic creatures,

Sunlight glints upon them.

Unsaid, these secrets

Are better left.

Lush emerald cities,

Shrouded in mystery.

Creation of dreams,

And those that attempt,

Attempt to bring

Their dreams, to life.

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A/N: There are no stanzas in this poem as a stylistic choice. I felt the flow of the poem would be broken up if there were stanzas, so there aren't. :)