Brick By Brick

She held on tightly, hoping wishing.

Her arms grew tired, her fingertips bleed.

Brick by brick walls went up.

To hold a dream inside for so long.

Every evening, each falling star

drowning in moonlight, her tears

fell like crystals.

Each & every dawn

She had to let go.

Art – Dé Capélitis

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