…Lonely…

 On a pupil of vanquished dreams

She roams over the distant fields.

She hopes…

That her photography

Will cover her individuality

That difference, she wishes to achieve

She breaks her solitude into lonely portraits  

…On a bench…

She sits alone

Watching the cars move

She captures their haste, colors,

And singles out the race.

 For mankind must move forward.

…On a hilltop under the tree…

While the grass plays with her feet

Her lenses are focused

To capture the swing of strength,

Old branches enveloped with new green miracle.

The motion of the still.

…cemetery during the night…

Cold air tickles her nose,

She is there, in tranquility.

Bows to the lonely souls, to their last breathes.

And takes a picture of her future resting place