Blue sky, white clouds, intolerable heat : a mental tug of war.
Nothing but clouds above and vegetation below
sea, bridge, sky
tiny tent, massive bridge
bridge besides a deserted village
Nothing now but abandoned boat mooring
Two ways of standing up
Three ways of standing up
Ah, the horn of plenty
faces of fun
folds and meshes
Wedding bell?
We've seen better days
Tool kits: Who did they belong to?
rags above the shed
shadows of pink
peeling
deserted
Footprints of time
A rose of ruin
imprisoned shadows
What's that?
Where have the shrieks of joy from tiny mouths gone?
nothing but graffiti now
Don't eat !
sources of cool ! past tense!
I seem to hear still the faint echoes of those little cries of delight and see those residual sparkle in the eyes of children who proudly held up their first color painting or their first clay animals to their teacher there?
nothing but images for this deserted village now
and paintings of its past crafted by rust
and abandoned barbecue mesh which used to sizzle with chicken wings and honeyed sausages or maybe a small fish or shrimp or two
The sun may be high, but It's low tide now
who'd be using these boats now, I wonder
Don't ask me.
nor us
We know only one thing: life.
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