Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Tiny Poem Tuesday

pressing my ear 
against stone,
I hear the
faint echo
of voices
from those
who came before;

secrets, worries,
hopes, joys...
swirl everlastingly
through
the walls;

the walls
their hands
painstakingly
built,

the walls
that outlasted
frail mortality

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