Piece by piece
Had I built,
these walls of caution
Upon a big mountain
Of high will, resilient and robust
Out came the wind
Brought in her rise
Swept the ground beneath
Felling the towers
Where stood marksmen of senses
Who were mesmerized by her eyes
Good help
Is hard to find they say
Foolish foolish mind
That tugs at her act
Why then should I now, or again
Rebuild and rise
Let be
As the dust settles
My senses shall come forth
Profusely apologise
What is left for, after all
The land lies unbridled, let it
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