Thoughts that can’t be erased

Thoughts that can’t be erased
Populate my mind and soul.
I place them here and there,
I give them to you and me…
They can’t be erased.
Yet,
They vanish from the wall
As if washed by acid rain…
I wonder if industrial pollution
Took all writings…
As leafs from a tree in autumn…
The lush of old
And dreams…
It could be that the wall
Tumbled and with time,
All sorts of leafs,
Dead and alive,
Covered the messages,
The words…
If time has no meaning
How many life times

Went by?

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