SPF 1

Will you see what hides behind those stony eyes?

The lives they once lived,
The dreams they once had.

Will you hear their whispers to every passer-by?

The tears they once shed,
The laughs they once shared.

Will you notice their spirit when they’re frozen and numb?

The heat they endured,
The cold they survived.

Will you feel what veils the hard and still sculpture?

The prayers they cried,
Their last seven words.


A bit of fun from Sunday Photo Fiction by Al Forbes. Here’s my take. 🙂 Enjoy more stories here.

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