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


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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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