Lionel Woo

Rookie [LIONELWOO]

Love’s Heaven Ladder

Chisel keeps craking on rock which sounds a song,
Days, months, years, and decades gone,
A sweaty man works on,
Up cloud a ghat forms.
Like a ladder hung over the escarpment,
Up six thousand steps Paradise would be sawn.

From hence my luve can leave and get home,
Freely, happily, safely even after storms.

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