Marked Out
The marks are fading now
in the old playground.
It’s deserted now,
and since the crisis
no one plays games anymore.
I try to remember the the rules
but my memories are fading
like the laughter of children
like the marks on the ground
there are new rules now
but no games to play.

Visual Verse: An Anthology of Art and Words One image, one hour, 50-500 words. The picture is the starting point, the text is up to you.


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