As night falls
I search the meaning of thee
The one of roams and breaks red bricks almost as if like unconsciously
But the truth be the opposite
With the hammer fresh and new
Not a single scratch from all the tricked fragile swung by
Mind if I give the hammer a try?
The hammer must break it must not go on
For you shouldn't have harm the hearts of the innocent flowers gone
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serendipity 一 poems
Poetryshort poems by a teenage girl who changes her style multiple times throughout this book. 11/13/15 - #34
