Pictures from the pastA Poem by Akleja
I see pictures from a time that never escaped.
Pictures of a town that never lived, never was shaped. Pictures of the sun setting behind the clock tower. Pictures of a girl holding a dead flower. A thousand lives have lived inside that town. They have laughed and cried and even frowned. A thousand faces that no longer have a name. People who have been forever captured inside a frame. I'm walking through the gallery with my head filled with questions. How is it fair to capture someone and keep them in your possession? A life long gone, but still haunting this Earth. An anonymous face, but still considered with equal worth, with a painting, a sculpture or another work of art. Simply it's a person turned into an object without a beating heart. © 2013 AklejaFeatured Review
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Added on March 14, 2013Last Updated on March 14, 2013 Author |