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Stories on the wall

The pictures upon the wall

show people we never met,

how nature looked in the fall,

and the homes they wanted to get.

We never truly understood

their love and way of life,

what food they thought tasted good

and the joy the felt when giving their friend a high five.

We keep on playing that little game

pretending to know who they were,

but if someone would ask us for their name

we would be speaksless for sure.

But to tell you the truth

I want to meet the people I never met,

see how nature looked in the fall

and the home they wanted to get.

I want to understand their love and way of life,

know what food they thought tasted good

and the joy they felt when giving their friend a high five.

I hate playing that little game,

I want to know who they were

so when you ask for their names

I will know them for sure.

But I know it's a bit late,

it's been so long since they went away.

So I'll keep on listening to the wind

and whisper what it asks me to say.