![]() Words are no bricks...A Poem by Ana B.I’m in the Garden Watching the tree… You’re not forgotten. Some things are not meant to be Love, hold on to me. Home, don’t close the door. Youth, don’t wait for this plea. Sun, please shine on as before. Come on, heart, sing loud Or cry, whatever suits you… My mind must be proud That you couldn’t go through… Couldn’t build a castle… Not from the ruins. So tired of this hustle… And these senseless doings.
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