Thursday, May 8, 2014

The tree and the wall

That tree by the wall
Had grown and spread,
Her wings, her branches,

A riot of love-yellow, blue, green,purple, red...


She had gathered over the years
The light, the rains and the colors,

The glory of gods, the birth of dreams,

The graffiti of youthful hypnotic screams,


That tree by the wall

Had grown and spread.


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