The wall before
me.
Plugged wire
like a snake
Signals love with
the switch,
Why not permission?
Reaches the table,
The majestic wall
is blank,
Stares back at me,
I am not the
brick and
mortar
alone Used with
lime ;
generations ahead
will
foster their
dreams
at least for a
century,
wall energises
my furthering
moves , mocking the moisture
on the
floor, my moisture d
face glares
back on the
wall.
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