Silicon, lime, iron, aluminum earth fired as clay
Mixed with sand, gravel and water to set for a day
Wet cement without forms I ran in all directions
I carry others footprints, too late for corrections
A white dust that now has become a fossil's mark
A slab of stone upon which people park
Washed earth, fired and dried born as concrete
From earth, sea and sky the path becomes a street
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: July 20th, 2026 03:13
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Comments2
You have certainly left your mark dear friend. 🌹
You are too kind Teddy I appreciate your support and encouragement
We all leave our mark my friend, good write enjoyed
Indeed we do Norman. Thanks for the read and comment my friend
most welcome
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