when walls fall edit #1

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I like your pattern here, 

When Walls Fall
 
brick upon brick
a modest wall
grew inch by inch
just short of tall
 
storm after storm
did seek to breech
but drop after drop,
inside, never reached
 
day after day
onslaught persisted
drip, chip, drop, chip this broke my flow, tongue twister
but integrity remained
 
what remained was polished
crude brick to striking marble
what survived was proud
commonplace to modern marvel  really like this block
 
One by one
they came to behold
one by one don't like that this block has the same blank by blank thing twice
they smiled and posed
 
hand after hand
callous and rough
touch after touch
met a wall too tough
 
until the unfeeling wall
was met by warm lips, warm lips and all the kisses turned this into sappy daydreaming to me and lost interest.  Later I pictured the wailing wall and the emotion people get from it, and thought that would be a really nice foundation for this poem to have extra meaning behind it. Just a thought
like the first sip of a hot tea
arousing a foundational shift 
 
kiss after kiss
not harsh as storm
kiss after kiss
nor unwanted grope
 
kiss after kiss
wore wall to rock
kiss after kiss
wore rock to stone
 
kiss after kiss
now a grain of sand
no wall to kiss I do like the regression from storm to sand through these last blocks