To Write;

The waves breakdown

the palace of lyrics,

leaving nothing but the rubble

of fragments and letters

from loves now distant,

of scars faded into the grains.

These black and white towers

call for a savior

great or small,

just hands to craft the sights,

the lives of different eyes,

to save the creature

in the mirror,

the figure in the street.

Another addition to the past,

someday someone will

continue the story. Universal

love for Universal People.

May these words build us up.

May these word be there,

when no one else is.