Gurdit
Apr 27, 2018
Stretching silences of conversations,
From cities to states,
Forgetting faces and alliances,
As the time fades.
The photos remain still,
Mouths curling into smiles,
The drop of tear falling on it,
Stops the time.
Why did it happen,
All that what happened then,
When will the circle finish,
Of the missing men.