Wall of air,
Wall of water,
Wall of fire,
All walls are there
In me and I crossover
All walls.
But the wall of the sky,
Crossover me,
And I became concrete
With everything.
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But the wall of the sky, Crossover me, And I became concrete With everything.... nice theme. Beautiful poem shared sir. Thank u.