Walls

A thing done often palls.
Walls
Have ears
And down the years
They hear our tears
And fears.

The wall
May not speak
But as week follows week
It will recall
Each trip and fall.

In the halls
Of the great
And the abodes of the humble,
Walls wait.
This truth I state,
Edifices crumble
And walls do prate …

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The purpose of this blog is to showcase my writing (gosh that sounds pompous but it isn't meant to be, honestly)! Thus far I have published two ebooks on Amazon, "Samantha", which can be found here http://www.amazon.co.uk/Samantha-ebook/dp/B00BL3CNHI/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top and "The First Time" which can be found here http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-First-Time-ebook/dp/B00AIK0DD6/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1366827393&sr=1-1&keywords=kevin+morris+the+first+time For further information on this and the other titles which I'll be publishing over the coming months please explore my blog. As new titles are published they will appear here. I hope you enjoy reading my blog and my books.

10 thoughts on “Walls

  1. Aishwarya

    I have often wondered… The so- called non living around us witnesses each high, each debacle of our life! What must it be like to be one of those things instead of the human I am…a silent observer of ages worth of moments…

    Reply

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