After (
Sycamore Gap)
Conversation between the tree and wall
Between
you and me
There is always an edge,
a feel of
uncompromising
complex; though driven by the wind,
I spread and establish my territory,
Roots beyond counts and not be shaken;
Tree began its inner feelings;
Wall replies now, unyielding,
This valley belong to me,
Though you have occupied, unauthorized,
taking asylum, I allowed you to grow
further deep in my crevices and cleavage;
you survive because of my solidarity,
you
spread like a terrifying ghost,
at times, even I am scared by your
luminous growth and spread.
Wall continues, but there is one
Common spectator and listener,
Silence pervades in and around.
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