Building Blocks
He should have picked up the sticks
Strewn on the muddy floor,
Now they are no longer his,
A lifetime has gone by
Since he dropped them,
One day, he will surely regret losing those sticks
Which are the building blocks of his world to be,
They are the links and valencies.
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