Poetry: Painted Time


If walls could talk,
what secrets could they tell.
With each painted color of time.
What pain would they spell.
Broken hearts and lost souls.
Linger in the shadows.
Graffiti splattered words
are what’s left in visual.

Linda J. Wolff
©http://www.urbanpoetry2017.com

 

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Linda J. Wolff is an interurban word spinner and extrovert through many coffee-stained papers and owned by Rookie the hyperactive Pomeranian dog at Urban Poetry.

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