In a castle of translucent walls
Full of flash and brilliance,
When there is light,
And thick with shadow
When there is not
You will search in vain for water
Which might assuage your thirst
You will lay your body
Against wall or floor
Seeking illusive coolness there
But in these deep green depths
There is always fever:
The heat rising
From within the heart
Of a perfect emerald.
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