Crumpled Pictures (An Older Poem I Wrote)
Stories told in each line,
on each paper seen.
Art becomes the teller of tales here,
ones six and forty somethings share.
Creases and folds hide the hour,
push back the moments in crumpled pictures,
all the while left to wonder,
"How many "crumpled pictures" should I open, let tell their beautiful stories?".
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