LadyA-walls

The Last Wall

With a scratch of one sharp nail
I wound the night to make her bleed one inner truth
The sobs of the Thames
close the London Bridge.

The ships in the night shall never berth

The Big Ben rings the lies of human times,
polluted and insipid waters flowing,
thick and heavy, under a decrepit monument

Look away, truth is not in the night
It is in the glorious morning that keep rising
strong and resilient over human folly

Wake up to every new day
and harvest the fields
Flowers and fruits is what my soul needs

Highest bid: 1,877-00 usd

All those precous items are part of my personal collection-

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All those precous items are part of my personal collection-They are part of a very expensive collection.

To bid contact me directly via email,prices start at 1000-00 usd