Finger marks on the doorframe
The paint is cracked and dry
Reminders of a past
Frozen tears in the eye.
Shadows of a yesteryear
Adorn walls in silence now
Missing pictures leave their stains
In a final, defiant vow.
To speak without words
The sunshine of the day
Encloses to the night
Of a time now faraway.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Offline) - Published: December 2nd, 2024 09:15
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Comments1
Clearly paints a picture, nice read
Thanking you
You are very welcome
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