Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Wednesday, 23 November 2011
Moving Picture
I look at your picture deeply
I look at your picture
Your eyes smile
Your picture moves
I look at your picture deeply
My focus fades
I re-set the locus
I look at your picture deeply
Once sad, my gladness now
Sees a smile
Your smile, no more tears
Your years don’t fade away
It’s past two in the morning
Here’s hoping
I look at your picture deeply
Sepia tone fine grained paper
I smile
A scarf, a pendant locket
It was taken a good while ago
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