#502-Divided
15/12/2018
Graffiti,
Or colors melting into sidewalks?
Written upon,
Or giving voice to the unheard?
Old and closed,
Or peacefully living alongside youth?
Lives painted daily.
In the dark of night.
But who can see?
Running blindly.
Ears drowning in noise.
As trapped minds decide.
To see beauty,
Or fault.
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