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?


























late in the evening
as we glide far
you saw the stars
oh so bright

yet, i saw no stars
but just gray clouds in the sky
covering a luniform light
when the stars did shine
my mind will always wonder
why? oh, why?

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