We are two walls .
Two high walls in a narrow street.
The hand of a builder
Who was perhaps called Destiny,
- Or call it whatever you like -
laid the bricks of your youth
our hearts began to moan
In the clay of each brick.
We are two walls :
for many years,
day and night,
We have been watching the hastening passers- by ,
some whispering into each other's ears,
some bearing their loneliness.
We are tow walls and in us
the eyelids of all the doors are
Whenever rises the breeze of some talking
somewhere in the street ,
The eyelids of the doors gently move
with the illusory feeling
Of an unseen stroking hand :
But , ala, the hand
Keeps the eyelids of the doors closed
with the dream of an opening.
Moments and eyelids heavy as lead.
We are two walls.
two high walls in a narrow street,
Standing close to each other,
But in separation we shall die :
We are under the power
Of the Master builder, Destiny!