by Stephen   Mar 12, 2013

I perceive perpetual photographs
as vivid visages of the voiceless.
Passed persistently, person to person,
managed memories of misfortune and motivation.

Tattered and tearful, people possess
images including indefectible moments
molded into their mind magically.
Ghosts, gone, but given gratitude by the grateful.


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  • 8 years ago

    by Karla

    I might be one of these people...Inspiring piece!