When the Walls Fall Down

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When the Walls Fall Down

Berlin Wall death strip, 1977

There comes a time,
when the walls fall down.
We see age in the eyes of a friend.

We smile.
Accepting,
remembering.

And there, amid the ruins of pretense,
we shall come to love the evening,
no less than the morn.

When the Walls Fall Down was last modified: May 24th, 2017 by curmudgeon

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