'TWIN TOWERS'
At the slightest provocation
You sprout out, soft, tender, and innocent
Before a sense of shyness
Creeps in
On your fertile land
Gradually, you become visible
Standing against all odds
From afar you are visible
you distinguish your fertile plains
From your brothers plains
Soon the harvesting will start
Not without a season of planting
Your tenderness
The irresistible bait
Your
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