What if snow was in fact black,
and the wind was visible to see,
How would i react?
What if everything was upside-down,
and the present was the opposite of now?
How would i frown?
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What if the enemy never attacked back,
and war never took place but made space,
for the possible discovery
of love.
Instead everything went blue,
like the colour of the corner shop’s front,
like the colour of the recycling bins in my street,
like my favourite pen i use to write letters with,
everything was quiet,
stagnant even
without any sign of life in between.
I’d found comfort in visualization,
soon after realizing that the lens of the camera
was not to blame
it was indeed the ink that was long finished
and there was no chance of any refilling.
.M.
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