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The crashing of towers (never been broadcasted before)

Posted to Poetry

Cross-legged, book
relaxing in the palm
of his left hand,
setting us apart from animal life

A nice tale,
great read
magical faeries protecting
the ancient trees of an
ancient forest

Girl arrives, tears
in the eye
No question needed,
for the answer lies
in him undressing her
acknowledging his love
true spirit

The left hand now
creates joy,
she climbes higher
than any building,
raised by the combination
of workers' hands

No one destroys
their summit
for they spread love
and invisibility
into the pupils
of God himself