every facade of a house
tells its story the hardships
bleeding bricks sacrifice
the souls of those who
died lives within the walls
they paid the ultimate price
their unfulfilled dreams these
children will carry forward
of molten tears that dried
locked doors of apprehension
beyond lies the earthly paradise
as a street photographer i shot
hope playing hide and seek
in the childrens eyes as a poet
i used symbolism to decipher
the pain pathos as time flies
photographers are born mystics
its time you realized ..see my images
as lost illusions but first shut your eyes
fleeting moments afloat on a shoreline
if i was in florida i too would shot birds
crocodiles and serene sublime dreams
distraught but body soul intertwined
to my dear friend melds mind
