The City of Scars

Attempts to erase the meaning they once had

marked in pavements forever, engraved in concrete walls

scars arise in light and darkness and flowers grow inside

behind their stories, where lives fell apart

But time goes on and rushes where nobody waits or even looks back

Graffiti colored doors open to hell or paradise

Smashed windows showering in tears of the sky

All the scars are like small rivers – sometimes wet, sometimes dry

Floating in unknown directions , where nobody knows not where or how or why,

Revealing stories of the past and attempting to create new stories of the future

But sometimes, that’s where it all ends and everything vanished as in the life of a one-day fly


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