Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Castles

Castle faces Castle.
Worn.
Rebuilt over time.

Impenetrable at first glance,
Tired at the second.

Defences bristle for all to see,
A small door is almost hidden.

Inside each, a child huddles in the shadows,
Small hands eagerly waiting to be held.

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