The Orphan

like a wall with many hearts
touching one another
they were advancing

another wall in front of them
was pressing their chests
under a scorching sun
one stone was attached to each foot
growing like a snowball
rolling downhill

the gates united
opened face to face
the hearts came back home
in separate rooms
stones sat quiet over stones

only the arms were still hurting
like branches torn down
from a barren tree

near the cemetery wall
a child scratched with a pebble
a big sun

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