Forget about the concrete wall
Think neither of the roasted bricks
Nor of the barbed wire
Not even a wisp of drawn line
Could actually separate a neatly knitted souls
Like a wasp that demarcates its wisp
Draws a line all along
Curtain falls before sunset
Greed grows, hatred breeds
Thus the wall falls amid
Falling apart the soaring souls
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