Each step we take we leave an imprint behind
All we touch we leave a mark
On this earth our signature signed
Where hand or foot we park
With heavy burden we sink deep
On rock no mark is found
Rain from those that weep
Fill these holes in the ground
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Even the ink from the pens or graphite in the pencils won't fill the holes. But, we write on hoping they get fixed.
love it.
Thanks so much for the read and the comment. The tears dry and the ink and poems fade.
Such a wonderful subject, I often reflect in the hope one day my son will inherit all the art I've collected and carefully framed, but who really knows, and of course my poems. 🌹
Thank you Teddy for the read and most kind words. I hope he values those things as much as you.
We leave an imprint everywhere we go. Not traceable by us, but Nature is affected by all of the small things. "Rain from those that weep" was a very powerful line. - Phil A.
Thank you so much for the read and most kind comment it is most appreciated
Many believe that merely by looking at something, you change it. Calling something nameless is giving it a name. No mark on the rock?
Time is a rock that erases all. Thanks for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated my friend
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