clinging hopefully
to an adamant wall
she hopes to rise
rise she will,
but only as much
as he would.
that fragrant creeper
can never hope
to cross the mark
set by the wall.
she blooms all over him
her beauty draped over
his dry, rough existence
yet fails to wane
In her next life
'she hopes to
become a tree
and rise
to heights set
by her
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