My dream tower
Block by block I'll build my towers,
A flock of my toys are flowers,
No clock would measure my play time,
A knock on my door is a crime.
The more I build the more it falls,
It wore a beauty with no walls,
The floor pities it with a room...
whenever falling is its doom.
Tho' fast wind speed keeps falling it,
But I won't concede, I won't quit,
I need not stop building again,
The more I try the more I gain.
The clouds forgot to send a rain,
So hot sweats now soaked wet my rein,
Failures bought teardrops for my eyes,
Defeats got heavy on my thighs.
Night came to blacken my vision,
Dream became my best decision,
My tower there then shamed the wind,
But why did sleep claim it behind?
8th September, 2024.
Contest: Nursery Rhymes 7
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Contest Judged: October 4th, 2024 12:06:00 PM
Placement: First
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