each brick filled with a small vengeance
that prevents the will to tear it down
with both hands
sometimes even my fingers have
split tasks
all walls
divide
but this one
has no gate
love is
a
sign
begging
let go here
or you will burn
knees and nose to rage
blind
laying more cement
salve
of time
may save
like rain
ruining ruins
the sacred places
will one day
be
full of tourists
open
– Victoria Valastro