Carpe Diem Time Glass #33 The Wall Berlin

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small child hands

chalk scrapes mortar cracks

school building walls

when I think of the Berlin wall, I only imagine the walls of my school

people with lives

contained by fear’s talon

both similar sides

I remember wondering if there were crossing points in the wall itself

fortress keep secrets

we live the same on either side

yet together lost

when the wall came down a celebration occurred across the world

she stood nearby alone

structure in powdered remains

yet human still

when she walked away that day, her tears remained

yet no one could see

beyond the wrinkled hands she held

hope, selfless … souls