Day after day
She crushes stone on a heap
Only to see the sun,
Glistened in the streets.
The hammer never rest,
For pennies she could not keep.
Her friends dared
To fan fire, gleefully,
Hoping to restore a broken heart,
Shattered by yesterday's dreams.
Who knows?
Perhaps the world would change
If the sound the hammer made
Would cease.
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