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Imagine

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Imagine

A smattering of colour

Upon a cracked wall

That slowly trickles

Down in a pattern

Yet to be deciphered.

It breathes a story

Like yours and mine

And waits silently

To be read and loved .

(  If the world can read

Between the broken lines )

Or

Perhaps they shall

Mow it down someday.

Imagine.

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Written by Jaya Pillai

A teacher and a learner - both by passion and profession. Music, cooking, reading, writing, traveling and all kind of creative stuff keep meย  going . You are not likely to catch me in a crowd. Instead, you might find me taking a walk on semi dark eveningsย  talking to the stars or thinking

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