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| Analog photographs and watercolor, combined in Gimp. |
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| Analog photographs and watercolor, combined in Gimp. |
A Poem to the Past
Some people laughed and pointed
I saw their words got in your head
As you got off the bus your eyes
looked sad and slightly dead
I wish that I had told you
the things I knew but couldn’t say
I’d tell you life is not a line
and there always is a way
I’m writing you this poem (now)
I’ll send it back in time
And as it reaches you (back then)
in a dream you’ll hear a rhyme
When you wake up it’s forgotten
but the feeling shall remain
You are stronger – you are loved
and weaker is your pain
Some people laughed and pointed
I saw their words got in your head
As you got off the bus your eyes
looked sad and slightly dead
I wish that I had told you
the things I knew but couldn’t say
I’d tell you life is not a line
and there always is a way
I’m writing you this poem (now)
I’ll send it back in time
And as it reaches you (back then)
in a dream you’ll hear a rhyme
When you wake up it’s forgotten
but the feeling shall remain
You are stronger – you are loved
and weaker is your pain