Her soviet nature echoes over walls
From deep inside, where yet he’s not allowed.
He stands in bitter cold beneath the shroud,
The shadows weaken hope; and yet he calls.
In warm emotion a new cold war begins
Their closeness hindered; both dare not offend.
In rigid peace they talk, they share, they bend,
As one they work, preventing passion’s sins.

They agree just once, then twice; a treaty’s made.
Her cold defense is warmed by merging light,
The walls did fall like Berlins broken stone,
And what before they struggled much to evade
Is now a power, strong and good and right.
For future faults their oneness will atone.


J. Abram Barneck.

Copyright © 2003 by Rhyous, Inc.  All rights reserved.
Revised:08 Dec 2003 17:05:07 -0700.

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