Fay Slimm.

WALLS.

 

 

Walls. 


Bulwarking their message to keep out, or in, wall
shouts it\'s menace to wall.
Herald of fear in days of yore a fortress brooked
no real breaching at all.

 

Yet defences of mind hold no less terror erecting
exclusion with look or frown.
Pride\'s ramparts built high maintain separation 
but scaled by love they fall down.

 

Smashed with tender blows walls stronger than
steel fall to care\'s rearrangement. 
When the heart calls no granite parapet is ever
able to stand in love\'s way.