10 Dec


You came wilfully into my garden
And built me a wall of words
Beckoning, shackling words
Beautiful – Isle of Yew
And the words crept into my heart
And became a part of it
The wall shimmered in my garden
And I looked to it for delight
But when I reached out to touch
It shattered
And my garden lay littered
With broken words


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