An art form that holds on to yesterdays
A mural with battered colors still remain
When passing by you go back into time
With a slight giggle at what it says
Can't imagine that price its insane
Yet today we do the same with a mural
One day someone, years from now will read it
Then time will repeat itself with all over again
Mural holds time still, while we read it
A contest entry
- My First Contest - Picture Inspired by guttermouth.
450 points, ended September 2, 2007, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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The mural holds time still... the feeling I get every time I look at this picture, or drive by this building. Well stated!

