Not like footprints in the sand,
obliterated by the next billow,
not like crayon on a blackboard,
dispunged easily with a sponge.
An author wants to leave his marks,
heritage for the ones
coming after us.
Everything is fading – even memories,
but written word never laps,
in this world remains,
when we are gone,
no matter how long.
© Michelle Klemm
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