2014

Noise filters through the mind’s sieve
like tea leaves through strainer.
Their pain embalmed, now relives,
graffiti of the past years.

Now the walls talk to them
through the art of mysterious tags.
Dusty windows, set in artful ruins,
their eyes to the other side,
now open to shmaltz of another year to come by.
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