
the red brick wall
is covered in stories, holding the heat of 1000 nations,
imbibed with something
extraordinarily
stationed…as
we bear witness to a
façade that cracks,
and crumbles,
as each piece
of story
falls,
and
tumbles…
picked up by passersby, as they journey behind time,
washing themselves in the riddle of
human
kind
leaving their fingerprints upon the surface, adding
their stories to the
collectivity
it is
their
purpose
molding their hearts together, while adding one more
story
to love’s, ever-burning, furnace…
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