Poetry / walls

I see the sun and the grass
I smile at it
I see the rain and the snow
I run to dance beneath
until the day the first stone falls.

I hardly notice at first,
a slight stumble,
then all as before
until the next stone builds higher
and the sun becomes a shadow
the grass no longer green
my dance no longer joyous
and everything has changed.

I wish my wall away
but everyday it only grows.

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