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A Picture

A picture can be a photo on your desk, a painting on your wall or maybe a movie to watch with friends.
It can also be an image or an impression drawn with inks in our head.
A picture can evoke emotions or stir memories, remind you of ones you longer know.
It can be a time capsule of an era bygone or just a few moments ago.
A picture my dear friends speaks a thousand words and still some more.



At the Expressive Writing workshop, we were each handed out a pic and were asked to write about whatever we felt looking at the pic. The above was my pic and this is how it spoke to me.


Worn out walls, scrapped off paint, 
Revealing deep red & brown bricks beneath.
Barred windows, wooden doors,
What must life be within?
How it would've looked in all its glory?
Perhaps much like the shiny bike parked before.
Abandoned,
Yet look how life sprouts from crevices here & there.
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