His face blue
He raises it through
Can you find a utopian loop
Where people’s grace grew?
Her face is red
A misplaced puzzle zoo
There is no wall to climb
But into a wall of bricks
Will more people and more walls
Another sequel with another fall
She dreams a wall is ineffective.
Although he has built doors for a world at war.
The big brothers in, the heavier the doors
She knows how Tu Fu escaped from a bamboo wall
Iambic Tetrameter
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 3:51 AM UTC
His face blue
He raises it through
Can you find a utopian loop
Where people’s grace grew?
Her face is red
A misplaced puzzle zoo
There is no wall to climb
But into a wall of bricks
Will more people and more walls
Another sequel with another fall
She dreams a wall is ineffective.
Although he has built doors for a world at war.
The big brothers in, the heavier the doors
She knows how Tu Fu escaped from a bamboo wall
Iambic Tetrameter
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