#NapoWrimo2025
#ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour
#Day6
My words travel through dead pathways,
Picking fossils cast randomly here and there,
Unknown, undeciphered, almost mistaken
For random daily things.
My words then scan each remnant:
Its ugliness, its beauty, its hidden story,
And then blaze through sheets of white,
Piercing the heart of the ones who read.
The past comes to life – and with it
A whisper:
It’s all the same – they and us and our stories.
It’s all the same – and the words shall keep repeating.
Image : Jacqueline Martinez ( Unsplash )
