Ink-stained Fingers.

The creative writing journal of a journalist, traveller & to-be novelist

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Tuesday, September 8, 2015

People drift
Equations shift
Like tectonic plates.

Modern hieroglyphs grow

In the spaces where

Words should have been.

And silent moss

Takes over

By time, unseen.

Trail-stained Fingers: I believe in humanity and little else. Follow my travel trails at www.trailstainedfingers.com.

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