A Vine Grows

A Vine Grows

Sliding up timeworn panels
Of the old wooden fence,
A vine can be found
In places fresh life is needed,
The winding and the climbing
Do not stop

Up and up,
Toward the sky
From roots up to the ends
A vine is growing,
Keeps right on going,
On a beaten track



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