Wednesday, 10 May 2017

The wall
The wall
Not very old, but was mossy and miserable by rain, Sun, winter.
The thing was no one looking at it.
The loneliness perceives.
A cat came and sat leanings over it.
A friend entered to the scene.
The wall got a friend to talk 

and observe the starry night, floating clouds, seasons passing by.
Now it felt joy everywhere.

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