Memory

Memory
Is a painted wall
We brush another layer
Every time we make new memory
Sometimes thick, sometimes thin
Sometimes rough, sometimes smooth
Sometimes dark, sometimes colorful
Sometimes abstract, sometimes clear
Definitely it will fade or flake as time goes by
Maybe by the weather
Maybe by vandalism
Maybe because forgotten
And maybe it will reveal old memory
Under the cover
Wanted or not

poem by Maria Sudibyo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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