The grainy monochromatic photograph

A fading red heart on a Dusty cover page of an Album bound with memories of People holding hands, and of Eyes perhaps happier than Those staring at them, because Sepia tones and tattered corners, Black and white and worn out borders, have eyes that smiled at each other, not Those that smiled at cameras,…

The rose thorn

Pretty roses caress thy feet, And those bare of yonder man, Walking to the azure ahead, He could, he will, he can. And roses yet, beneath raw feet, How soft, how sweet, so red, Obliterated, yes just once, For all that lay ahead. Obliterated, yes just once, For roses have bloomed anew, And have laid…