Strangely,
her heart no longer sounded like
an empty room,
an empty stage,
an empty world
with only her voice.
Strangely, for once
a voice came into this emptiness
and filled it with warmth
greater than her,
greater than her sorrow.
This poem, that she held in her hands.
This poem, that she holds in her eyes
that she holds in her tears.
Makes her feel as if
finally she is not alone.
Just another daily photo blog by Christoph Bardtke
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