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Answer 1

It is evening -- man, the day flew by so fast

The sky's turquoise -- such a bizarre world we live in

A dove flutters by as I admire its graceful flight,

Though truth be told, I would enjoy its presence even if it was a pigeon

I am elated and blissful, it's a glorious sight to behold

As the dove swoops around, the sun complimenting its features

But then you look away, and it's gone... and a depression fills its void

There is no explanation for this emotion, I simply weep.

Though stay strong, we can find this feathered fellow once more

That's it, the impulse, the drive, to find this bird again

Why, it's an obsession, we must find it,

in vain!

for we are solely carvings on the same golden goblet,

bonded by ancient rings of our House

To extend my arm to the dove, would mean to lose composure of the goblet, my House

The goblet must twist in a form that it is not meant, defiling its integrity

So for now, we let it go (though the dove might not even know)

Does it look back and see, the misery it causes me?