#1580-Chained
27/11/2021
Blemishes, discoloration,
Dents, scratches.
Iron-like bonds,
Concrete and metal,
Do rust with time.
But stories remain.
From now until then.
But only when,
They’re true and old,
Like me and you,
With eyes closed,
Tapping to songs,
That stay warm,
No matter where we are.
