We all are desperate.
We all are lost.
We all are losing hope.
We all are human,
struggling under the the upper hand.
But, who really has the upper hand?
Not me, not you, none of us truly do.
We all will be gone,
with nothing but a picture left.
Wow! That poem really speaks to the picture. It speaks to my heart, to all our hearts. I think Florence would appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteYes. The picture is haunting.
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