Life can be turn down into bits from the castle it was,
so before its gone,
built up walls that remain strong
when the enemy attacks.
Its not a lesson when the sword its through your flesh.
ts not a mistake when
you tried and some questions made you guess.
Its not missing earth, but missing the people in it.
Its you, you, and always you, who maintains everything in its place.
Then again the storm comes, and nothings left.
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