Hands never seemed

so majestic, vibrations of patterns

He waved. I waved.

I said goodbye.

 

Never turned back

for one last look in your eyes.

Maybe a smile,

will let us live for a while.

 

Do not look

for my silence cries.

Just look for bones and ashes,

Once we parish and die.

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This picture was taken in the art museum “Ago” located in Toronto. It was taken with a Canon 1100D.

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

The mind of a frantic poet. The ambition of an entrepreneur. And lastly, the heart of an old soul.

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