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


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A poetic wordsmith by the mind and a passionate blogger by heart.
Reservoir for Wolff Poetry and mentor for youth writing groups. Life motto: Everything you seek is in the stillness of one’s mind. The place between seconds, whispering of a song between sound.

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