The Rue
I tread this Rue alone
In morning sun I passerby
Between the walls that shut me out
A world of peace is mine
The walls put here for private worlds
Forgotten is what lies behind
Inside the hollow houses dwell
Those who neither seek nor find
A walking stick I now require
For many days have had their toll
I'm ready for the final steps
With love of all within my Soul
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