Hands never seemed

so majestic, vibrations of patterns

He waved. I waved.

I said goodbye.


Never turned back

for one last look in your eyes.

Maybe a smile,

will let us live for a while.


Do not look

for my silence cries.

Just look for bones and ashes,

Once we parish and die.


This picture was taken in the art museum “Ago” located in Toronto. It was taken with a Canon 1100D.

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.