AtoZatPp
I
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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