The cactus and the tower

A cactus,
to thrive
in the height
of the tower

It contrasts, 
with roundness,
the flatness

It contends,
with thorniness,
the evenness

It opposes,
with growth,
the passivity of glass

It resists,
with colour,
the silence of concrete

For a flower, 
eludes perhaps 
the abrupt falls,
the ideal walls,
of the tower.

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