В колонках играет - Aicha
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Since we agreed to let the road between us
Fall to disuse,
And bricked out gates up,planted trees to screen us,
And turned all time's eroding agent's loose,
Silence,and space,and strangers-our neglet
Has not had much effect.

Leaves drift unswept,perhaps;grass creeps unmown;
No other change.
So clear it stands,so little overgrown;
Walking that way tonight would seem strange,
And still will be allowed.A little longer,and time will be stronger.

Drafting a world where no such road will run
From you to me;
To watch that world come up like a cold sun,
Rewarding others,is my liberty.
Not to prevent it is my will's fulfilment.
Willing it,my ailment.


Ph.Larkin