The Wall was strong. It was the only one I ever saw. It held the news from over the world, but marked with the dreams of one. The wall had seen it all happening. I stood and told the wall that never again would I stand infront of it and speak. It had seen me the way I was. But I never wanted to stand there again.
But the cruel wall spoke.. years later.. it influenced the thoughts like a treasure which was cursed. The wall had never crumbled, but my thoughts it did. I hated the wall.. I loved the moment.. I was a child then to love it.. I was a grown up now to want it.
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1 comment:
Why blog just to blog..!!!!!! You really want that wall???????? You don't!
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