Pictures Speak Nothing
A thousand words
is not even
close to what
I can write to
express my loss
of baby pictures.
When someone
sets fire to
your beginning
of life
a picture
speaks nothing.
Memories for
generation
sits in ashes
among the
earths grains.
My pictures
can't speak
but I can.
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