Alabaster, soft and frail
Chiseled to the finest piece
Not all and sundry could hold dear
Its esoteric essence waiting to be unveiled
And left deserted in the atelier
But at the end of the day, it remains a paragon of beauty
That neither little praises nor the few eyes it had caught
Will make unvalued intricacy any worthless
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XVI. Alabaster
PoetryThe first poetry collection indited and compiled by the author when he was 16. It encompasses experimental and intricate works, including a bonus short story that serves as a sequel to Tiffany.
