Picture of Memory

He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....

Photographs by Darem Placer

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Why Do Birds Never Sing At Night?





























“why do birds
never sing at night?”
but you say
you can hear them now

yet, all i hear is just a baby’s brazen cry
and a mother’s lullaby
when the birds did sing
my mind will always wonder
why? oh, why?

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