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Towers
A cut through the earth
Finds a sweet place to lay
A glow on the pyre
Saves belles from decay
The ticks from your shelf
Offer time till the night
Titles loaned to the aughts
Pin the growing man’s plight
Sweet children stack pieces in colored towers
To feel in control,
But come to know, merely one is real,
One remains whole.
The hails of the hordes
Swell pride and fear.
A composition never seen
But with a single smear.
Lamented across ages
Gone in fantastical fame.
The still loss of a battle
Tiptoe to the end of their name.
Sweet children stack pieces in colored towers
To feel in control,
But come to know, merely one is real,
One remains whole.
How nice to know,
A nice surprise – hello!
A cut through the earth
Finds a sweet place to lay
A glow on the pyre
Saves belles from decay
The ticks from your shelf
Offer time till the night
Titles loaned to the aughts
Pin the growing man’s plight
Sweet children stack pieces in colored towers
To feel in control,
But come to know, merely one is real,
One remains whole.
The hails of the hordes
Swell pride and fear.
A composition never seen
But with a single smear.
Lamented across ages
Gone in fantastical fame.
The still loss of a battle
Tiptoe to the end of their name.
Sweet children stack pieces in colored towers
To feel in control,
But come to know, merely one is real,
One remains whole.
How nice to know,
A nice surprise – hello!