Hold my hand
As we watch this tower crumble
And form a hill before our feet
Hold my attention
While I divert my eyes
From the castle I built in noble intentions
Like Babel, we watched for centuries while this fortress crumbled
For the arrogance of trying to kiss
Not heaven
But simply content
Hold my hand
As we realize that these solid walls
Will go unrepaired
A contest entry
- Manly Musings by LilyAngel.
575 points, ended March 26, 3 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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classic beauty.

