Day – 74 – Home

​Seeped through these wall bricks

Along the grey moulding paste

My memories flicks

Of the days flew to waste.

The dusty old roof

Beyond my grip

Stand a tall proof

Of my every small trip.

Rusty house isn’t to blame

For my silly failures

And the leap away the fame.

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An inspiring prompt from the imaginary garden with real toads.

Part of my #The100DaysOfPoetryLearning project.

Original Picture my Matt Jones.

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