Poetry: Etched Secrets

Shadows linger,
in the hallways of time.
Etched secrets… Lined graffiti painted walls.
Scattered debris blew through broken glass.
Old moaning, groaning noises,
billow through the musty, stale air.
Leaving a picture,
someone once walked there.
Linda J. Wolff
©http://www.urbanpoetry2017.com

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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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