The Wall :: Jan 6, 09:16 PM

Where I live there is a wall.
It is older than anyone I know.

There is a spot on the wall,
Near the watchful gate,
Where there is a hole.

It is a little shorter than me.
If I squat a little, I can see the other side.

There are legs. Countless legs. People hurrying back and forth.
And one day, a girl.

She peered through the hole just as I did.
She looked about as old as me.

From that day on, there were days
Where I would see her looking back at me.
It made me happy.
And curious.

There was a day full of shouting,
When the gate stopped watching.
And opened.

I met her that day. The girl behind the wall.
She smiled at me.

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