Scripted In Tipex Poem by Frances M

Frances M

Frances M

Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents

Scripted In Tipex



'Something'

A profound message
was etched upon a flight of steps
Which leant against a vacant building

In the shadow of a city
Not far from here

And they never looked back
As they drove away.
They would not,
could not find
that something there.

And all that remains
of those who are gone
are the traces of ambition
which encase
their forgotten past.

Scripted in tipex

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Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents
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