Witness



Sense of white paper
waves coming and going

Long walk 
brighting lights

Something in the breeze
maybe broken
or maybe new

All through images
staring in The Wall
looking to all years 
the passed ones and the next

There is a witness
in the atmosphere

For someone is their loved one
For others is their work

I think poetry is mine.

ph: Marcelo Alvarenga

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