I found an old collection, her page on Flickr Full of mind-blowing magical pictures she took Of girls and boys and fields, windows with wilted flowers and railways I went through all the pictures, like in some hide and seek Thinking “please g-d let me be, let me be here too” And yes, I saw myself -exactly as she saw me those days And so my wish came true, I was found but then got lost Like all the jewels of cherry color I tried to catch gather grab in vain. She loved me shortly she must’ve if I’m on that page, stuck in between But why I want so to be anyone, anything there but my own ghost, Why do I look at them all in awe but myself, again and again Why do I want her to give me another chance, see me as they were seen? They all have beauty audacity innocence, insert your own She must have loved them all, and the luckiest stayed, and are still around Why did our roads part, as we both grew up or was it only her that did, my love my love, Leaving me all alone in the land where no one is ever grown Land of wherever you go you try to fly but then fall on the dusty ground, Never catching the jewels of cherry color, only seeing them far away in the sky above.
This is beautiful, Chen.
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...and thank you so very much for sharing this, dear Portia 💫🤍
Thank you so very much for the restack, @Sandra-thank you
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Heartbreaking. Beautifully written.
words as usually fail me. thank you. thank you
on what photos capture and what they don't. thanks
thank you for reading, Weston-thank you🪶
This is marvelous--my heart is crying with it...
thank you, dear Christine
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and thank you so very much for sharing it. I'm very humbled.
I’ll second Portia. 😁
Beautiful Chen. 💕
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